stop the song

you are the bug in my car
you try to fly out throught the rear window
you bang your head on the glass
can't get out the way you came in


i'd probably crash in a panic reaching back to try and
crush you smash you squash you splash you on the glass
and the fact is i own your life span
it was just reduced to a mile and a half


you want to fly to the front
you'd like to sting me on the back of my head
i keep my window rolled down
wind coming in keeps you trapped on the rear dash


where you're banging your head on the window again and again
you should just chill out
maybe later you can save yourself if you have any brains left


when i drove by you took a wrong turn
for the rest of your life you're stuck inside
and you cannot recognize my thinly veiled concern
to set you free 'cause i know you'll just return


you are the bug in my car
too bad you should've chose a cadillac
you found my dashboard graveyard
if you could get out you wouldn't even know where you are
the bug in my car why are you the bug in my car?


don't feel too bad
i'm just a guy in car with a bug driving back and forth
it's just the grace of god
that keeps me from flying straight into a windshield called earth