My wine, my wife, my wifi

My wine my wife my wifi

My children bear the toll

no one comes round here these days

Except the road patrol

Nothing is pretty, I can‘t tell you why

Nothing is wrong but nothing is right

Addicted to cars

Highway or the wall

Don‘t stop or they‘ll crush you

Americans don‘t judge you for the drugs that you depend on

They help you get some more

May we all die here together

The bacon is delicious