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A flock of old crowFlew in my windowI think you know what that meansIt was a Monday night with enough obligationTo justify some time for wastingAnd from the passenger seatThe snowbanks looked softAnd the ice on the road looks hard and smoothIt was a trunk the size of a small sedanCan you drive? Oh, I know you can!It was a test of luck not long enoughJust up the hill and back down for a laughAnd he said get in the cab and I couldAnd I would if it didn't feel so good in the bedSnow feels fine and in my head there's a lapse of timeAnd I'm not dead, I'm just not aliveI'm whiskey drunk and we're goingSomeplace newIt was Axel Rose and his appetite for destructionThrough the worst speakers I've ever heardThe sound of winter clothes and a stuffed-up noseAnd a suspicion of a game wardenAnd these things don't get any safer over timeWe just begin to forget the danger in these drivesLetras de cancionesIt was a truck the size of a small sedanCan you drive? Oh, I know you can!It was a test of luck not long enoughJust up the hill and back down for a laughAnd he said throw it into third and he didAnd he had speed to make it up the hillAnd from the bed the world flies byIn reverse the straight ahead I wave goodbyeTo my fuck-ups, but for now just do your bestAvoid the ditch and let the tire chains do the rest From Letras Mania