Letra da Música: Backseat Driver - Fame Factory

(Watch you're step I'll break you're neck)

For a snowball tossed into hell
I really think I'm doing pretty well
You always claimed that I would fail
You're prediction is extremely out of scale

Time to get real, get you're hands of my wheel
Please stay seated, buckle up, 'cause here's the deal

No I - don't need a backseat driver - you're fired
So what - if I'm gonna burn some tire
Retire, you're times expired

You're so damn predictable
Like what you'd expect from a porn sequal
Confusing you're dreams with mine
Seems to be you're favorite waste of time

Time to get real, get you're hands of my wheel
Please stay seated, buckle up, 'cause here's the deal

No I - don't need a backseat driver - you're fired
So what - if I'm gonna burn some tire
Retire…

Accept that I - don't need a backseat driver - you're fired
So what - if I'm gonna burn some tire
Retire, you're times expired

Don't push you're luck, I think you're presence suck,
I feel tired.
You're out of line, want let it pass this time,
You're fired.

Time to get real, get you're hands of my wheel
Please stay seated, buckle up, 'cause here's the deal

No I - don't need a backseat driver - you're fired
So what - if I'm gonna burn some tire
Retire…

Accept that I - don't need a backseat driver - you're fired
So what - if I'm gonna burn some tire
Retire, you're times expired