Tourist (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 some 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 lf 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 goddamned 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