On the freeway The traffic fixed in front of me Like a still-life I don't want to survive I can't stay in between the lines With my hands held just so I watch the sky and a silent race As fast as you can go I forgot there was such a thing As good people left Can't you just save my life? I got a fresh screwdriver Right before closing time I got a fresh screwdriver Right before closing time A quote from the architect That designed the slums Said, "Beauty just don't matter It's a function of form" I said, "Yes, you're right, you're right You must be right Your truth is part of a bigger lie That sews our lives up tight." And I forgot there was such a thing As good people left Can't you just save my life? I got a fresh screwdriver Right before closing time I got a fresh screwdriver Right before closing time Set me up For my last breath I watch you wave your hands over a top hat Boring me to death I got a fresh screwdriver Right before closing time I got a fresh screwdriver So what if I'm dying? I got a fresh screwdriver Right before closing time