Tourist Lyrics & Chords By Cows

Driving through the wreckage of a maze of bones
You're talking to your mommy on the telephone
You say, "Mother dear, can we please have steaks tonight?"
While death is circling you just like a satellite

You're driving through disaster in your Cadillac
You're a fucking tourist

You've got your mind all twisted up just like a rope
Don't worry if you buy on time you still have hope
You blast that rock-n-roll music into your ears
You're a rebel, you're a rocker - you're drunk on beer

You're driving through disaster in your Cadillac
You're a fucking tourist

You've wanted to kill yourself because you were so sad
It was the best god damned idea that you've ever had
You had seen a dead dog lying on the road
Four billion corpses, they're all stone cold

You're driving through disaster in your Cadillac
You're a fucking tourist