Let’s face it people: They’re fucking dangerous.
I don’t wanna run outta oil 300 feet in the air.
I don’t want some drunkard
falling outta the sky,
exploding in my backyard at 3 a.m.,
and taking my shed with ’em.
I’ll take a car that drives on dirt.
I’ll take a car that breathes the same air as me.
Because I don’t care how many propellers it has;
no damn car
could be weightless
as a bird.
I mean, who are they kidding?
We weren’t meant to have wings.
We weren’t meant to have gills, or three eyes neither.
Cats hunt rats cause they got claws.
not in sky.
And so it just ain't right.
I couldn’t trust the cars
or the people in ‘em.
And you shouldn’t neither.