So I was driving my car Crossing brick-wall-buildings And the bright-night-star Gave me goozebump-feelings Won't repent what I dreamt Drank a coke, smoked a joint Took a toke, woke on point To prevent the accident I'm on the Highway to Heaven This is the Freeway to Freedom The navigator says seven O'clock I'd be there to meet him So I keep pushing the pedal Turn on the radio Let's ride the heavy metal Bad boy but play me though (Heavy metal play me though I'm a bad boy play me though I don't care so play me though) Enjoying the journey The navigator said turning Right satisfies my life's yearning I followed undiscerning But in this circling circus' Recurrent recursive purpose I'm turning right right right Right back into the night I'm on the Highway to Heaven This is the Freeway to Freedom Maybe I'll manage eleven O'clock to be there to meet him So I keep pushing the pedal Turn up the radio Let's ride the heavy metal Bad boy but play me though (Heavy metal play me though I'm a bad boy play me though I don't care so play me though) No shame for me, the story narrator I'm really trying to care But wishing death while fearing Life is but a dream The game of god, the generator Is to be everywhere Hiding in everything So nobody sees it not being Be and leave, don't believe The liberation simulator (simulating seperation) Be and leave, don't believe The illusion illustrator (illustrating exacerbation) Be and leave, don't believe Gods location calculator (calculating abberation) Be and leave, don't believe This misleading navigator (navigating approximation) Be and leave, rest in peace Resignation is the final destination.
