Dale Earnhardt's Seatbelt Lyrics

The signal flares will light the way to the scene of the accident,

where we'll dance like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth.

Such a sick celebration.

Everyone loves a tragedy in epic proportions.

Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.

Like scarlet drips on a white tile floor.

A Cardiac metronome.

We'll scrape the guardrail from our teeth and start again.

There's a flood in the infirmary where we'll swim through broken glass.

Our prosthetic limbs will keep us afload.

Let's set our hearts at self-destruct.