Dig Me

It's here I sit in rust amid this ruin and rancor
Like tire irons toothy grills and car parts before me
The acid rain floods my floorboard, burns my pores
And rots my upholstery

Once I was worshiped
Polished magnificently
Now I lay in decay by the dirty angry bay
I'm ready to leave

I want to be out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't want to die in here
I'm ready to ride

My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue
My body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle
Of motor block manifolds and metal relics
What was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty
But this dead-end demolishes the dream of an open highway

I'm ready to leave
I want to be out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't want to die in here

I'm ready to ride
Dig me
But don't bury me