Dead End

For the last time, drop the kit to the floor
Hit the last line, scramble in the car door
Just a past life, no more
Say goodbye to any chance you knew before

Keep the speed low, don't want the 5-0
Backstreets, stay driving with the lights off
Fair fight, they ain't leaving with they life though
For him, D's just another fuckin' John Doe

For the fake names signed on the clipboard
For the base heads passing out on floors
For the locks they don't check on their doors
For the nights awake for thinking nothing but horror

Cruising in silence, the violence
Relentless and endless, it play on his mind
No matter how fast that he driving, no hiding
When every stranger could be your demise, so

For a last time, that's all
Roll out with the foot to the floor
Almost feel just as good as it did before
Tell himself that it's just one more

No it's not the last time