On Foot

There's no car that I can't break

But there's no bus that I can take

So I'm walking, always walking

Can't afford to put you into the shop



You're never on the road, you're always on blocks

You're broken, always broken

I'll scam a ride from my best friend

Something is wrong with my car again



Body's all rust, your motor's fried

Junkyard said they wouldn't give me a dime

I'm hating, really hating

I'm not even gonna get you fixed



Trade you in, you piece of shit

You're worthless, totally worthless

I'll scam a ride from my best friend

Something is wrong with my car again



Busted engine, four flat tires

When i turn the key, you catch on fire

You can't be American

You must be Mexican or from Japan



"You're foreign", I said, "You're foreign"

Just turn over for Christ's sake

Take a little ghost ride in to the lake

You're history, fucking history



I'll scam a ride from my best friend

Something is wrong with my car again

Is wrong with my car again

Something is wrong with my car again