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( Road rage freeway shootings song lyrics )
OPEN SEASON ON THE FREEWAY
Copyright © 2005 - MickTerry.com

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So, I just dropped off my fiancée to her mother's
& I've got a long, tiring drive 'til I get home.
Getting drowsy, getting sleepy,
change the radio to another
station telling me the details of the lat-est killing zone.

No, it's not like we haven't had our share of shootings.
No, it's not like we've got monopolies on death.
We've got drive-bys; we've got road rage;
we've got murders, we're not disputing.
But this latest epidemic hasn't given us too much rest.

    OPEN SEASON ON THE FREEWAY,
    taking aim out on the road.
    Hunting humans without leeway,
    another grisly episode.

Then I notice something unsettling in my mirror.
Hasn't that black car been behind me for some time?
If I speed up, if I change lanes?
Only now, they're getting nearer.
Now, I've got this sinking feeling I'm about to be in a crime.

    CHORUS

        My heart is beating faster as I realize the danger.
        Gas pedal can't get closer to the floor.
        Why me?
        Just what did I do to piss off these total strangers?
        Why me?
        Just what can I do to keep living one day more?

Now, they're pulling up & they're rolling down dark windows.
I expect to see shiny barrels point at me.
Should I duck down? Should I pull off?
But instead, I see a bimbo
& she's pointing & she's shouting that I'm dragging road debris.

    CHORUS

Copyright © 2005  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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Several "epidemics" of road rage & freeway shootings
have plagued Southern California highways.

To other road song lyrics:   FINS FINS
U-HAUL ASS
HASTY BONES
GREEN HUMMER
THE OTHER WAY
PIMP MY WALKER
DRIVE THIS SLOW
RUNAWAY TOYOTA
SHE'S TURNING LEFT
THREE MILES LATER
BIKER IN MY MIRROR
LISTEN TO ME, SANTA
WHEELS ON THE ROAD
SILLY SALLY CELLHOLE
BORED WITH HIS FERRARI
PEOPLE THINK I'M HORNY
MR. WHEELER IN YOUR SUV
GASOLINE PRICES WERE PLUNGING
FIRST TIME OUT (IN HIS BRAND NEW PORSCHE)
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT A COMPACT?
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