Pedal to the metal! Full speed ahead, brakes disabled, off the cliff into the abyss!
WHEEEEE!!!!
[Chorus]
“You picked a fine time to leave me, loose wheel
With four hungry children and a crop in the field.
I’ve had some bad times,
I’ve lived through some sad times,
But this time the hurtin’ won’t heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me, loose wheel.
Yeah that makes sense: If you’re having money trouble, spend more money. That’s what my fellow die and I do ....
Gotterdammerung, here we come.
BLOAT