Hearse Driver (Last Ride Tonight)

I’m your last ride tonight, mate… buckle up… I drive the long black motor down the high street lane, Elbows out the window while it spits in the rain Yeah the neighbours cross themselves like I’m some evil sign, But I just clock in early and I’m always on time. I get the strangest looks at every traffic light, Guess they don’t like hearin’ punk rock on a funeral night But someone’s gotta drive this doom-mobile on wheels, So I chew my nicotine and spin the steering wheel. And I’m laughin’ at the sky, ’Cause no god is gonna fly I just keep the engine humming While your soul ain’t comin’. I’m the hearse driver - the last ride tonight! I’ll get you there early, I’ll get you there right! Ain’t no angels hoverin’, ain’t no holy light Just a punk in a beater on a motorway flight! I’m the hearse driver - your blackout guide! I’ve got a flask of coffee and a map of the dead, A sticker on the dashboard: “NO AFTERLIFE AHEAD.” I whistle little love songs while the city goes gray, Yeah I’m smooth on the corners like a cabaret. Sometimes I talk to the cargo in the backseat’s dark, Tell ’em: “Mate, we made it - best part of the park!” But they never complain, they never whine or shout, Best passengers ever - till I’m clockin’ out. And I’m winkin’ at the void, Like a misfit unemployed But I’ve got a job forever, Death retires never. I’m the hearse driver - the last ride tonight! I’ll get you there early, I’ll get you there right! Ain’t no angels hoverin’, ain’t no holy light Just a punk in a beater on a motorway flight! I’m the hearse driver - your blackout guide! I’m the hearse driver - no heaven in sight! Just a greasy black engine and a gravel-road night! If you’re takin’ that journey, better hold on tight ’Cause I’m the hearse driver, mate… END OF THE RIDE!