Ride

As I stumble into bed, I curse the devil in my head
And if I die before I wake, I hope the lord won't hesitate
To pluck my coffin from the ground
He need not heed the neighbors now
And throw me up for all to see, the flies of
August swarming me...

I get a ride. Right by your side
Under your skin. I'm digging in

Well I don't know, but I've been told
The road to heaven is paved with gold
And if I die before I wake, I need a ride
From you

Well sticks and stones can break my bones
And boys can make me kick and moan
But when I want it autodrive, I get a ride
From you

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