Paroles: The Quiet Words. Disease.

I spent my weeks in the front seat
Of this old car
i was driving but i had no control
steering but i didnt know where to go
if i turn to fast it gives out a scream
my ears are learning to find
what the expected this it was built in 1989
and their pairs are getting weekly
so im gaining another friend
and everytime i tell them
to just scrap it, just start over again
just start over again

can i have a ride tonight
just take me wherever youre going
i just wanna get away
bout holding these pieces away
just waiting on something to break
again

well i spent my nights at the drive in
smoking and talking to girls
thought i was nice enough
thought they were cute enough
for us to hangout for a while
and if i went home alone i was not empty
you prolly know what i mean
its the girls they exceed their elaborate sckeems
feed that monster in me
its that horrible manly disease

can i have a ride tonight
just take me wherever youre going
i just wanna get away
bout holding these pieces in place
just looking for someone to blame
again

well i spent my sundays in a church room
after young became old
something knew in my sould
and the different town allows a different role
my search for some harmony is still on
but my head is so hard to control
i know its all the choices i make
it just seems they could take it and give me a break

and when i go home alone im not empty
cause i remember too well what ive seen
its the girls who dont know what they think they dont show
makes me feel back at home 17
its that horrible family disease
its that horrible manly disease