Fresh Screwdriver Songtext
von Mark Eitzel

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 in 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
Sews our lives up tight"


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

You 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
I got a fresh screwdriver
So what if I'm dying?
I got a fresh screwdriver
Right before closing time
I got a fresh screwdriver
So what if I′m dying?