Letra de Rubberneck Telepathy

Interstate traffic quit tilting your head to a fourty five degree angle smashed cars broken rails eye candy to the sense with no sense chrome and blood and black death murder junkies get your fix I see one I see a dead one early mn at the wheel monkeys always look go! the crooked neck followers suck up the exhaust place lips over rusted pipes direct to a set of iron lungs or see it on pay per view flip the chaannel it's fine and dandy rub your stomach The appetitites so appeasing content nor full while obese to obey for a buck on and on going going going