You wonder where you are, until the rides over
Driving every joker, every loser, and loner
It’s not your destination but they’re yelling drive slower.
You might be at the wheel, but you’re just the chauffeur
So Eat My Dust, My Dust
So Eat My Dust, My Dust
Cuz’ nothing stops a thought from turning a corner
And nothing stops a mind from crossing the boarder
You aim for mediocre then you set the bar lower
The ride goes slower when you’re the chauffeur
It can be hard to swallow,
Thoughts that seem to follow
You’re not a chauffer
You’re the driver
Once you kick out all the riders.
So Eat My Dust, My Dust
So Eat My Dust ,My Dust
They don’t need the lift but you still give em’ a ride
The gears won’t shift so you drift to the side
The headlights squint then they dim til they’re blind.
Push them out into the road and just leave them behind.
So Eat My Dust, My Dust
So Eat My Dust, My Dust