Cars

I'm going to get what's coming to me
No surprises, no impressions
Hey, what's wrong with you tonight
Just sitting on your can can
Doing the panoram
With nothing to contemplate
With nothing to search for
With nothing to integrate
With nothing to do
Except think about you
With nothing to do
Except fall for blue
I just want to be in your panorama
I'm going to take what's coming to me
No entanglements, no compromise
Get the picture, I'm on my knees
Looking at your hot shot
Turning down your offer
I'm ripping it up
I'm looking away
I'm pulling my flag up
I'm miles away
With nothing to do