Negativland - We are Driven lyrics

We are driven! Driven! I'm the only me that ever there was I'm the only me that ever there will be And I'm singing and I'm singing about me because! I'm the only me that ever there was Hello. Now let me tell you about myself. I used to be a drunk, And a chronic drunk-driver. In the ten years between my first arrest, and having my license revoked, I ranked up nineteen major traffic violations. I caused six serious accidents, Injured six people beside myself And had my license suspended twice Here's the scene: I was still driving, and drinking. Here's the scene: It's Friday night, you made it through the week, and now it's your turn. The cheese... You're going to unwind... The cheese you intended to buy smeared on the headlight, and the sardines, tied by their tails to the bumper. You might crush a great big peanut, under the left-front wheel of the automobile, and put some mustard on the door handle We are driven! What makes it so mellow? I usually picture a quince, jammed up in the window, and the juice running out of the quince and dripping down on the side of the automobile. Cutty Sark. You can count on Cutty. Cutty's smooth, light flavor makes for an evening of fine sipping. I placed Mr. Calicot in the form of a calico cat, on the radiator arm. Put it together Actually, I tied the cat there by its tail and let it screech and holler. Put it together with Cutty Sark, and you'll get onto why it's America's #1 scotch. Drive, with your mind! Driven... Driven... Driven... Tie the shoes to the steering wheel of the automobile Have them actually get in your way, as you attempt to steer the car Drive with your mind! Then, one night I was driving home after work And I had a few... And I hit this kid on a bicycle. Slow down, Daddy! Guilt is just a word! Anger is just a word! Pity is just a word, and depression is just a word! Slow down, Daddy! How does someone know when it's time to be oppressed? How does someone know when it's not time to be oppressed? How does someone know when it's time to be oppressed? And how does someone know when it's not time to be oppressed? Please, slow down Drive with your mind. Why do I have to feel... like this? Why... do I have to feel like this? Why do I... have to feel... like this? (Singing) I have got to apologize (Repeat) (Singing) I'm sorry. Drive with your mind. (x3) I've got to let those??? know! There's no??? for liberty and there never will be Anger is just a word Pity is just a word And depression is just a word Please, slow down. (Down, Down...) Drive with your mind. For the 2nd Amendment, the right to bear arms, You could have two bare arms hanging out of the headlights. Imagine yourself grabbing the hand-brake, and having it bite you back, with a set of teeth. You might have gasoline pour out of the speedometer Everytime you exceed the speed limit Here's the scene: You can make it even more vivid, by making it cause an explosion. Here's the scene. (Bicycle bell ringing -- car crash.) Are you all right there? Are you all right? Are you okay mister? - My eyes, my eyes... Did you get gla** in them? - No. I watched you coming across that viaduct When you got to this end, you started driving in circles. - I know. Have you been drinking, Mister? We are driven! Drive with your mind Driving a car shaped like a microphone, into the gates of hell. Drive with your mind He was just eleven. A little younger than my eldest boy. I was too drunk to see him then... but I can see him now. And I remember. I'm the only me that ever there was.