Bug Splattered Songtext
von Creed Bratton

My convertible top is broken
Lets in more than the stars
And all the night time critters
Get to fly inside my car
Never start a song out on the one
Never resolve on the five
Got tendency to enter in the middle
Hell sometimes can′t make up my mind
Well your papa's gonna hate me
Yeah and your mama too
Even your little baby sister
She knows I′m not good enough for you
No matter I'm bug spattered
Runnin' out of time
Hard pressed to make sense
She′s waiting on the line
I got invited for dinner Well to meet the family
My car′s a piece of junk
They'll see my possibilities
No matter I′m bug spattered
Runnin' out of time
Hard pressed to make sense
She′s waiting on the line
Pick that thing
But I'm arriving empty handed
′Cause your wine fell out the door
Well you know those first impressions
I may need to ask for more
No matter I'm bug spattered
Runnin' out of time
Hard pressed to make sense
She′s waiting on the line