Stunt Driver - The White Buffalo

Thinking he’s a stunt driver

Drives with no headlights on

Maybe he lost his way

Maybe he lost his home

Maybe ain’t got no soul

Or maybe it’s in the lost and found

Maybe he’s sideways

Maybe he’s upside down

Or maybe he’s another lost soul

Come to get it on, get it on child

Maybe he just parked on the lawn

You know he don’t give two shits

He’s waking with the morning sun

Maybe it’s time to quit

Maybe he ain’t got no voice

Or maybe he got no words to say

Don’t think you’d understand

No one listens anyway

Maybe he’s another lost soul

Come to get it on, get it on child

Calling all cars, is anybody there?

Holding a sign, does anybody care?

Follow the forces of evil everywhere

Chasing the lost souls on down

Thinking he’s a stunt driver

Follows no book or code

You know that he a rambling man

Until his heart explodes

Maybe he’s all alone

Maybe got no heart to fill

Maybe he got no choice

Maybe he lost his will

Maybe he’s another lost soul

Come to get it on, get it on child

Maybe he’s another lost soul

Come to get it on, get it on child

Four white wood crosses by the side of the road

Throw a dozen dead roses out the passenger window

Push the pedal to the floor watch the road erupt

He got a belly full of bourbon, keep a-one eye shut