Holy Driver - Hail Mary Mallon

Big Red son of bald shortcut caper

Highway humming daughter orange containers

Lights on the runway order Captain Kramer

Holding his tea and his cheek since brain age

Cargo S.S. minaret cheaper

Neon read out on a Cineplex feature

Boom it in your sleeper and you said its only speakers

Pigs on his wheels like the pepperoni pizzas

Start a wrong place wrong time club, might get

Two peace fingers threw an A-ok sign fucked

Lime green crooked alpine flying white doves

Objects in the mirror made of daisy chained light bulbs

Safe escape cornered by the cemetery death bells

Breathe held in his head he donkey with the red shells

Partially responsible for a string of wonky fish tales

Party on or get your corporate chem trailed

Jam with jelly blip wipe the screen off

Spaceball grey walls 8 track t-ball

From Cletus to the Jesus had breathe and teeth gone

Couple missing fingers and a lap full of cheap porn

Born on the 4th on a bayou near boom town

Never getting sweet please peep the way the broom sound

Tweaking leaking boozehound eager to leave his roof down

Peanut Reese’s, Cheetos, and Visas for Mrs. Noose Bound

I’m liar, I’m a nuisance, I’m a fighter acting mulish

I’m a licensed zoning pilot, went to drivers ed with Toonces

And early in the morning bore witness to the pie cut

Swerve on serving medium that Christian side hug

Bird dog middle of the street chicken in its teeth

Shirt gone caught allure before the first furlong

Periscope up, meter maid pissy

I will see you in the tedious DNA of the city

Jerky on his jaw line, raw hide Toro

Z’s in his alphabet soup stop more chose

Squirrely early bird giving away the Morse code

Minivan kiddie hand mimic the way his horn blow

Mouth full of spit, belly full of the Jager cramps

Hot sauce wings and things that crawl in his raisin bran

Green light, yellow light, headlamp header

Holy drive by Batman, hand gestures

I escape New York like watching King Kong backwards

And you will know us by the trail of baffled dog catchers

On tippy toes or gigantic nets swinging Baryshnikovs

Patterns like a final level peeled back to the mini boss

Biggie on BLS itchy palm feet are sweat

Skidding in a ticking bomb shitty bricks Jesus fish

Bumper stickers everywhere, his other car’s a sinking ship

My kid made the honor roll, your kid is a piece of shit