Imagine…after having a bad day…coming home and putting on clothes you want to wear (not the uniform of life that we’re forced to wear to work) and absolutely rocking it out to this song. no holds barred…go ahead. sing it to someone that absolutely makes you feel so damned mad and betrayed…you’ll feel better. promise.
“is that what you call a getaway? tell me what you’ve got away with cuz i’ve seen more spine in jelly fish. i’ve seen more guts in an eleven year old kid. have another drink and drive yourself home. i hope there’s ice on all the roads and you can think of me when you forget your seat belt…then when your head goes through the windshield.”
