A carbon monoxide sedative
Laid my old body to rest
My spirit stuck in this car
No way out
And I been sittin' here so long
In the car lot waiting for someone
With just a little money and time
To drive me around
I want your mind inside me
Your wandering eyes to guide me
Your arms and legs to drive me around
Saint Christopher's on the dash
Like a ship run aground
Sayin': "Put yer foot on the gas
And shove it down."
Everybody gave me up for dead
But I'm still alive you know
I'm every breath of air in these tires
Every voice on the radio
I got new brake shoes, Michelin feet
Rocker arms and bucket seats
All clean parts, got a new oil pump
And a battery heart
In need of a jump start
I want your mind inside me
Your wandering eyes to guide me
Your arms and legs to drive me around
Saint Christopher's on the dash
Like a ship run aground
Sayin': "Put yer foot on the gas
And shove it down
Shove it down
Shove it down
Shove it down"