I don't know who nailed it better for ya, Mr Prez, Molly Hatchet, or John Candy and Steve Martin. I guess the audience can decide best. Might as well amuse 'em a bit as they watch you piss away our country's future.
Are metaphors supposed to scream so loudly?
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I'm travelin' down the road and I'm flirtin' with disaster
I've got the pedal to the floor and my life is running faster
I'm outta money outta hope it looks like self destruction
Well how much more can we take with all of this corruption
We're flirtin' with disaster, ya'll know what I mean
And the way we run our lives it makes no sense to me
I don't know about yourself or what you wanna to be, yeah
When we gamble with our time we choose our destiny
I'm travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm draggin a heavy load.
Yet I've tried to turn my head away,
Feel about the same most every day
You know what I'm talkin about man
Speeding down the fast lane and honey we're playin' from town to town
The boys and I been burnin' it up and honey can't seem to slow it down
I got the pedal to the floor our lives are runnin' faster,
We got our sights set straight ahead but I ain't sure what we're after
We're flirtin' with disaster ya'll damn sure know what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives it makes no sense to me
I don't know about yourself or what you plan to be, yeah
When we gamble with our time we choose our destiny
Yeah! We're travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Though I try to turn my head away,
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.