Angel Cult - I Crashed My Car Into the Mississippi River and Now I'm Stuck in Iowa

Today I slept in the woods
Just to feel something
I got a little drunk too
I felt the eyes on me
And got up through
I packed my bags
And fled town
I didn't know where I was headed to
I just had to get out
I drove to Iowa to get away
The scenery wasn't much of a change
Until I saw the Mississippi
The thoughts filled my mind like the water filled the car
I danced through the empty streets
Until that got old
I found myself a man
To keep from getting cold
But I got too comfy
So I got up through
Today I woke up in a bathtub
Still drunk
Hitched a ride from a stranger much love
I don't know
Where I'll go next
But I hope this show won't be my last
My car's sitting comfy
At the bottom of the river
My dad's gonna kill me
Might as well kill my liver
When it seems you've lost it all
Look on the bright side
There's nowhere left to fall
If there's some right way to do this
Please send me a guide
Because when the walls fall down there's nowhere left to hide
My car's sitting comfy
At the bottom of the river
My dad's gonna kill me
Might as well kill my liver
Sometimes I do things
Just to say I've done them
Now I've pretty much
Done it all
I'll be gone
For a while now
I won't forget to call
Even after all this
At the bottom of the river
Still feeling like a piece is missing
Wish I was there too
Even after all this
At the bottom of the river
Still feeling like a piece is missing
As my skin turns blue
Even after all this
At the bottom of the river
Still feeling like a piece is missing
Wish I was there too
Even after all this
At the bottom of the river
Still feeling like a piece is missing
As my skin turns blue
Even after all this
At the bottom of the river
Still feeling like a piece is missing
Wish I was there too
Even after all this
At the bottom of the river
Still feeling like a piece is missing
As my skin turns blue

Written by:
Simone Massis

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