I'm a rippin back the throttle,
smoke....watch it spread,
off this fat rear tyre,
til its lost all its tread,

Then I'm crusin down the highway,
splattered flies on my face,
tank's a gettin empty,
in this deserted place,

Its starts with a splutter,
a jolt n a jerk,
n rolls to a stop,
no juice, not a splirt,

Startin to push it,
but its gettin bit heavy,
but whats that coming?,
a 58 chevy,

Thought my luck was a changin,
but it drives on by,
into the distant,
oooh - I could cry,

I'm pushin n I'm heavin,
tryin to get me to the next town,
to fill her up,
til she's almost drowned,

But I'm thirsty n hungry,
n my knee's are gettin weak,
my soles have worn through,
n my ankles are beginning to squeak,

My arms fell off a while ago,
I'm pushin with my head,
I'm now walkin on stumps,
my feet I put in my pocket cuz they've totally shred,

My bike has just fell to bits,
my hair has just fell out too,
no arms, no legs, no hair,
n even my leather has has worn through,

My socks a wearin thin,
my tackles just fell off,
n my nuts go bouncing down the road,
as I take one last cough,

That's me, I had it,
then I take my last breath,
so I thought, three years later I'm still lying there,
for that bloody thing called death.