Highway 90 - Jane Jensen

I’m driving down Highway 90

Going back for the hair of that dog that bit me

I’m gonna bite back while I can

Are you my boy? Are you my man?

Driving down Highway 90

And the road becomes a boy

To a bullet, to a brain

The sky, all of this gray matter looks like rain

Driving down Highway 90

I think about a girl, she lives so fast

She could a been a super sonic chica

If she could get off her ass

Driving down Highway 90

I dream about a day at a comic book store

I didn’t wanna be a groupie

But I guess I am a comic book whore

Driving down Highway 90

Lock my up in a disco and throw away the key

I wanna be Donna Summer

But I’ll bet she wouldn’t wanna be me

Driving down Highway 90

Highway 90

Driving down Highway 90

Driving down Highway 90

Got vivaria in my body and a soda by my side

I’ll also be a freak this time next week

Oh, I don’t wanna think just drive

Driving down Highway 90

I’m a fish in a 4-lane ghost car scream

Now just stay on my good side

This car is mean

Buddha does commend

Me on my auto zen