Human filth in the gasoline spill
Riding hard to perdition
Rock and roll on the ground
Squeeze tighter and down
And sink into my illusion

I got a superbuick
I'm on the highway
I got a superbuick
I'm on the highway

I've been riding for so long
Headlights and the radio on
Look inside my seat
It's the same old treat
I think it's always the nod this time

Pull into the station
Hands shake with anticipation
Look inside my hell
In its porcelain shell
They all look the same this time