Lyrics Stunt Driver - The White Buffalo

Stunt Driver

Thinking he’s a stunt driver
Drives with no headlights on
Maybe he lost his way
Maybe he lost his home
Maybe ain’t got no soul
Or maybe it’s in the lost and found
Maybe he’s sideways
Maybe he’s upside down
Or maybe he’s another lost soul
Come to get it on, get it on child
Maybe he just parked on the lawn
You know he don’t give two shits
He’s waking with the morning sun
Maybe it’s time to quit
Maybe he ain’t got no voice
Or maybe he got no words to say
Don’t think you’d understand
No one listens anyway
Maybe he’s another lost soul
Come to get it on, get it on child
Calling all cars, is anybody there?
Holding a sign, does anybody care?
Follow the forces of evil everywhere
Chasing the lost souls on down
Thinking he’s a stunt driver
Follows no book or code
You know that he a rambling man
Until his heart explodes
Maybe he’s all alone
Maybe got no heart to fill
Maybe he got no choice
Maybe he lost his will
Maybe he’s another lost soul
Come to get it on, get it on child
Maybe he’s another lost soul
Come to get it on, get it on child
Four white wood crosses by the side of the road
Throw a dozen dead roses out the passenger window
Push the pedal to the floor watch the road erupt
He got a belly full of bourbon, keep a-one eye shut