Died in the Car He Loved

The habit reduced his pain To a ride on the gravy train A victim of cheap champagne There wouldn’t be a tomorrow When he wanted to come alive He would get in his car and drive That was when he was alive On time that was borrowed Royalty checks for free He let that cocaine and whiskey be He broke bread with the seraphim And made friends with the skaters He died in the car he loved Nothing could take away what he gave He made the most out of every wave He surfed to an early grave And died the death of a traitor It was a lightning fast machine It was an American guillotine It had the lacquer of citron green And chromium fenders He died in the car he loved The habit reduced his pain To a ride on the gravy train A victim of cheap champagne There wouldn’t be a tomorrow He died in the car he loved