The air Escaping from your mouth The hair Escaping from your nose My heart Escaping from the scraping And the shaping Of the draping . . . I'm awaking In a T-shirt In a Chevy At the beach And I'm freezing And I'm wheezing And I know You were only teasing I hit you Then I beat you Then I told you That I love you In my car In a jar In my car In a jar
The air Escaping from your pits The hair Escaping from my teeth My hands Are gripping But they're slipping And they're dripping 'Cause I'm tripping I got busted (Wasted) Coming through customs (I'm so wasted) With a suitcase (Wasted) Full of tapes (I'm so wasted) It was special Tape recording And they grabbed me While I was boarding Yes, they grabbed me Then they beat me Then they told me They don't like me And I crashed In my Nash We can crash In my Nash We can crash In my Nash We can crash In my Nash We can crash In my Nash