97 Heart Attack

Lonely ride into night, I don’t need a plastic bag
I’m seeing red, I’m feeling blue
Working on this heart attack.
I don’t want it anymore,
I don’t want it anymore.
Barrel ?? the keys are broke,
Time machines are running slow,
I locked down everything I could
I will tell you everything is good.
But I don’t want it anymore,
I don’t want it anymore.
No, never had a name before
No, I never played my filthy door
But your punk rock momma’s wrong
She ain’t never listen to the song.
But I don’t want it anymore, no
I don’t want it anymore, no
I don’t want it anymore, no
I don’t want it anymore.