FREEWAY

Hey there
Can't you hear me, guys?
I'm comin’ at ya from Van Nuys
Or is all my sacred noise
Just hurled straight into the void?

Guess what I got don't project that far
My red throat and pawn shop guitar
And my '05 keeps breakin' down
On the outskirts of this burning town

All smog and preordained defeat
Why do I even try?
Out here where the freeway comes to die

But I don't wanna die
On the, on the freeway
I don't wanna die
Oh my
On the, on the freeway

So I hitch a ride to Boyle Heights
Where the bullets fly and service bites
And my man's got a basement place
Where I record for easy rates

And a beater Chev that revs up clean
So yank the lev and scour the scene
Just a couple exits up the left
Yeah, past that burnin' pile-up wreck

Flames and games, it's all the same
I'm a passer by
Out here where the freeway comes to die

But I don't wanna die
On the, on the freeway
I don't wanna die
Oh my
On the, on the freeway

Not the 101
And not the 405
To hell with the 170
Oh I, I wanna stay alive

I don't wanna die
On the, on the freeway
I don't wanna die (no no)
Oh my (I don’t wanna die)
On the, on the freeway
I don't wanna die (no, not tonight)
On the, on the freeway (only halfway there, no no)
I don't wanna die on the freeway