I have to drive I have my reasons, dear it's cold outside I hate the seasons here I suffer mornings most of all I feel so powerless and small by 10 o' clock I'm back in bed fighting the jury in my head we learn to drive it's only natural, dear we drive all night we haven't slept in years we suffer mornings most of all we saw you lying in the road we try to dig a decent grave but it's still a morning to behave it is a delicate position spin the bottle pick the victim posing upright follow directions blast the network oh, an impossible decision we'll have to drive they're getting closer just get inside it's almost over we will save your brothers we will save your cousins we will drive them far away from streets and signs from all trace of bad mankind we suffer mornings most of all wake up all bleary eyed and crawl to find a telephone call in each ear meet me at the car