Stunt Driver Lyrics

I'm thinking he's a stunt driver,
he drives with no headlights on,
maybe he's lost his way, maybe he lost his home.

Maybe he got no soul, or maybe its in the lost and found, maybe he's sideways, maybe he's upside down.

Or maybe he's another lost soul come to get it on, get it on child.

Hell he just parked on the lawn, you know he don't give two shits. He's waking with a [?] Maybe it's time to quit. Or maybe he ain't got no voice, or maybe got no words to say, I don't think he'd understand, no one listens anyway.

or maybe he's another lost soul come to get it on, get it on child.

Calling all cars, is anybody there [?] does anybody care. Follow the forces of evil everywhere. chasing the lost souls, OOOOnnnn down.

Thinking he's a stunt drive, he follow no book of code, you know he a rambling man until his heart explode, or maybe he's all alone, or maybe got no heart to fill, maybe got no choice, maybe he lost his will.

or maybe he's another lost soul come to get it on, get it on child, or maybe he's another lost soul come to get it on, get it on child.

Oh [? ]crosses by the side of the road, throw a dozen dead roses out the passenger window, puts the peddle to the floor, watch the road erupt, got a belly full of bourbon, keep one eye shut.

(Thanks to Lynn Henshaw for these lyrics)