Lyrics:

Ive heard you get lots of mileage
Out of the speed of sound
Its how we tracked you down
And in the Morse code of the brake lights
In the message its uttering
The medium is everything
It says Youre set free or you get my love
But what else would you do for fun around here?

If youre gonna travel and never arrive there
Youll need a backseat driver

Every turn is timed and torn up
Its the language of quick goodbyes
And they will metastasize
And in the Morse code of the brake lights
Repeating and stuttering
Are the words of a child king:
You cant make me, I wont do this
So what do you do for fun around here?

If youre gonna travel and never arrive there
Youll need a backseat driver

And Ill grow back into it
I know its time that we got going
Though its unsafe at every speed
And Ill grow back into it
I know its time that we got going
Though its unsafe at every speed

Ive heard you get lots of mileage
Out of the speed of sound
Its how we tracked you down
And in the Morse code of your brake lights
You said so what do you do for fun around here?

If youre gonna travel and never arrive there
Youll need a backseat driver
If youre gonna travel and never arrive there
Youll need a backseat driver
If youre gonna travel and never arrive there
Youll need a backseat driver
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