Nascar Racing Jacket

I’d be a fucking Nascar driver

If my mama had a son

She’d cry so hard

It’d sink the floor

For all the things I’ve done

My Mustang wouldn’t stand a chance

We’d live our bite the curb romance

My lungs and liver hold their breath

Ain’t nothing sad about it

No more “sorry”

No more ”please forgive me”

Begging for attention

Till the rain gets in my throat

And I choke on the attention that I get

Mötley can’t imagine half the shit that I’d get into

I’ve been watching through a window the delinquency my friends do

And the stage

I’d command it

Standing like a gladiator

Saying, “love me, love me now

Don’t try to wait and love me later.”

No more “sorry”

No more “please forgive me”

Running with the boys now

Till heaven calls me up

Just to make me turn the noise down

Turning bullshit inward is what girlhood’s all about

If my mama had a son

You best believe I’d turn it out

In my past life

I must have been

A good old boy

But a real bad man

Taking advantage of instructions in my head

To raise hell

Praise Dale

And get out while you can

No more “sorry”

No more “please forgive me”

Begging for attention

With my body every way

Except the way that they all want me to

In a Nascar racing jacket

We’d go out to raise some hell

Pray our lungs and nervous systems

Hearts and moms are doing well