Lyrics Brake Lights - The Bombpops

Brake Lights

I need to leave, I need gas
First time I’m late, and this week I’ll be fired
My boss is up on my ass
Alternating the air in my tires
Early morning on the 10
Seven miles per hour again
It doesn’t really matter when it’s all the same
These steady jobs never last
Riding this environment has me tired
I think my side work is fast
Requesting time off, I’m always denied
But…
Early morning on the 10
Seven miles per hour again
It doesn’t really matter when it’s all the same
See the city passing by
Getting tired of brake lights
When your mind’s the parking lot, you’ll go insane
Early morning on the 10
Seven miles per hour again
It doesn’t really matter when it’s all the same
See the city passing by
Getting tired of brake lights
When your mind’s the parking lot, you’ll go insane