Trike

Well, I'm live and driving home
For the third time today
Each time I go a different way
I can't find it this time
It don't bother me
I don't like where I live anyway
The third time's a charm
But the first two are awful
I will not wait around
The holy trinity of you and me
And my mind makes three a crowd
The great ones all die in threes
Enemy- aeroslide into yon hole
With Kojak on my back
Headlights shining on me
I ran my truck straight up a tree
Now I'm bleeding and pleading
And realizing
The great ones die in threes