Zorznijor - Of Cars Lyrics

Sometimes when I think about the things I used to like
I cringe in disgust
I used to like to drive down country roads
Now a car is a thing that I don't trust

The vibrations of the wheels against the road beneath me
The American dream was a dream of rubber and steel
Underscored by the beat of rock and roll
And the heat of the explosions

Nobody could believe what tortured souls
Prowled the roads on the outskirts of town
The story is full of holes
And there's no point writing anything down
Don't bother writing anything down