Human filth in the gasoline spill Riding hard to perdition Rock and roll on the ground Squeeze tighter and down And sink into my illusion I got a superbuick I'm on the highway I got a superbuick I'm on the highway I've been riding for so long Headlights and the radio on Look inside my seat It's the same old treat I think it's always the nod this time Pull into the station Hands shake with anticipation Look inside my hell In its porcelain shell They all look the same this time