Kiss of Death

well I got behind the wheel of a seven seven Honda

when I was just sixteen

a finer car had never been built

at least not accordin’ to me

+well I drove that thing for at least two years

+I even drove it on LSD

busted the timin belt, boy a lick a chicken gig *

and a curse fell down on me

Fill:

with the Honda dead I was in a big fix

+oh, woe is me

so I signed me the title to an ’81 Accord

with fine upholstery

+well that damn thing only lasted 2 months

+2 carburetors and a whole lot more

and even though Rush sounded good on the stereo

I had killed that car

Chorus:

+for I am the kiss of death

+to cars, the kiss of death

+give me the keys and see

+the car is history

(Banjo Solo)

1990 shined so bright

see, I thought I had shaken the curse

an act of fate and not a bit too late

the Mazda ate away

she didn’t look like much but it was fuckin’ tough

runnin, but not too fast

but eat the rich, y’know life’s a bitch

well, years later the ol’ girl passed

(Mando Solo)

well ‘94 was a dirty whore

that curse just followed me

a pal gave me an ’80 olds

a white Cutlass Supreme

well I was floored, it had two doors

I was livin’ the American dream

but 2 years later it took a crap

and I began to scream

(Chorus)

’96 was not a kick

I had an ’85 Century

Buicks are nice, and I felt no fright

drivin’ back from Illinois at night

+well on the maiden voyage I dumped the transmission fluid

+and ran it for two weeks

it’s still dead in my driveway

automotive death I wreak

(Chorus)