I've been ridin' on a runaway bus
Can't control the two of us
I'm shakin, quakin, sick with fear
Gotta keep this filled up with beer

I'm gonna lay my head on the track
And when the train comes along,
I'm gonna whip it back

I don't want to be your road statistic
I need meat
I need meat
I need meat

Now I've been down to the bathing place
Those dark eyed boys all over the place
Sweet girl, handsome, don't delay
Get down that subway, straight away

But she's gonna lay her head on the tracks
And when the train comes along she's gonna pull it back

I don't want to be your road statistic
I need meat
That's what I want, I want meat
Oooh ..I need meat

(C'mon whip it on, Dave)

Listen, I don't want to be your road statistic
No, I don't want to be your road statistic
Look, I don't wish to be your road statistic
No, I just don't want to be your roadster...

I need you
Aw, honey just need you

[No clue what next couple lines are ...]

me neither

I've been lookin in my horror comic
I've seen somethings I like in there
So, I'm gonna lay my head on the track
And when the train comes along, I'm gonna pull it back

Say, I don't want to be your road statistic
I need meat
Hey, I need meat
You coulda' told, I need meat
I need meat
Check another thing you need feet
Yea, you need feet
To run away.
I need meat