Cows - Tourist Lyrics
Driving through the wreckage of a maze of bonesYou're talking to your mommy on the telephoneYou say "Mother dear, can we please have some steaks tonight?"While death is circling you just like a satelliteYou're driving through disaster in your CadillacYou're a *****ing touristYou've got your mind all twisted up just like a ropeDon't worry lf you buy on time you still have hopeYou blast that rock-n-roll music into your earsYou're a rebel, you're a rocker--you're drunk on beerYou're driving through disaster in your CadillacYou're a *****ing touristYou've wanted to kill yourself because you were so sadIt was the best goddamned idea that you've ever hadYou had seen a dead dog lying on the roadFour billion corpses, they're all stone coldYou're driving through disaster in your CadillacYou're a *****ing tourist