Thunder Road - Empty Mechanized Car-Go

I will say
Hear
all I can now

Today we ride in an ancient bus
an empty 16 wheeler (esoterism not included)
BA-BOOM!
BANG-BAM!
an old road
hold on
blanketed bodies
belongings knocked and slipped
home grown hand sewn
hear the worker on the road
fake tears from Native blood
garbage at his feet

Darkness is great
but through cracks that illuminate
we see an image
of souls ministering
to the mourning lying sick
BA-BOOM!
BUM-BUM-BADUM!
bumpy road embodies terror
here take these
its all we got for now
will charge the account
of an old Dragon on the way out

Nothing to do
sold
white gold

Brum-Brum
there grrrrrrrrrrreat!
cuckoo for coa-coa puffs?
or because
your free
to make quick bucks
and hard earned pay?

Well pay no mind
look first rays of sun rise
murmurs delusions grand
gone-

watchovered by greatness
no one knew we had
CHA-CHING!
who are the enemies?
sickness dead
who drives this thing?
I looked up through all the moans
and the driver looked back at me
I knew who was taking over
and as he switched his gear
it made a horrible sound
cigar in his mouth he winks
seeing him smile towards the end

and all I say in return
in prayer-like anger laughing
in tears of terror and joy
in full resignation
lifting my fist
and laying back down
as we pass over
a particularly rocky region of road:
"Father: Put the petal to the fucking metal! get us HOME!"