Fresh Screwdriver - 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 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