<b>Have To Drive</b> by <i>Amanda Palmer</i><br /> 
I have to drive 
I have my reasons, dear 
It's cold outside 
I hate the seasons here 
 
I suffer mornings most of all 
I feel so powerless and small 
By ten o'clock I'm back in bed 
Fighting the jury in my head 
 
You learn to drive 
It's only natural, dear 
You drive all night 
We haven't slept in years 
 
We suffer mornings most of all 
We saw you lying in the road 
We tried to dig a decent grave 
But it's still no way to behave 
 
It is a delicate position 
Spin the bottle 
Pick the victim 
Catch a tiger 
Switch directions 
If he hollers 
Break his ankles 
To protect him 
 
We'll have to drive 
They're getting closer 
Just get inside 
It's almost over 
 
We will save your brothers 
We will save your cousins 
We will drive them far away 
From streets and lights 
From all signs of bad mankind 
 
We suffer mornings most of all 
Wake up all bleary eyed and sore 
Forgetting everything we saw 
 
(I'll meet you in an hour 
at the car)