Eighteen Wheeler

The culmination of my pursuit Of the good old American dream Occurred on a wintry evening In my back seat. I was yanked from the depths To the surface above And given air to breathe When I was suddenly rear ended By an eighteen wheeler on the freeway. And isn't it so fucked up That that's the case? Isn't it so fucked up That they'd have let me drown Had my insurance not been up to date? And isn't it so fucked up That the best thing That ever happened to me might be Getting suddenly rear ended By an eighteen wheeler on the freeway? If I could I don't know what I'd change, But it can't be a good thing That I'm damned or I'm saved By the payments I have or have not made. That's fucking insane! Yet here I am, Popping champagne. So when's the other shoe gonna drop? When, like the wicked ones before me, Is a random ass house gonna fall down on me? Yeah, when is the other shoe gonna drop? When is the universe gonna try To cast the mote out of my eye? When will I pay the cosmic price Of being suddenly rear ended By an eighteen wheeler on the freeway? When will I pay the cosmic price Of being suddenly rear ended By an eighteen wheeler on the freeway? If I could I don't know what I'd change, But it can't be a good thing That I'm damned or I'm saved By the payments I have or have not made. That's fucking insane! Yet here I am, Popping champagne