Bullet Thru the Backseat - The Electric Prunes

Life is like a circle, from your head down to your feet

You just keep goin' ‘round and ‘round till it’s you you meet

Then you get there, then you get there.

And when your so called friends ignore you

‘Cause you’ve sucked up all their pain

They make you drop the hammer and quietly go insane

And when you get there, when you get there.

You get a bullet thru the backseat

You get a bullet thru the backseat

You get a bullet thru the backseat

You get a bullet thru the backseat.

I been watchin' your sweet little ass

‘Cause I thought you’d save my life

But you turned out like all the rest

Spare the butcher’s knife.

Give me a bullet thru the backseat

Give me a bullet thru the backseat

Give me a bullet thru the backseat

Give me a bullet thru the backseat.

Bullet thru the backseat

Bullet thru the backseat, baby.

You walk like my friend, you talk like my friend

You take my tea, you break my bread

There’s nothing more to say

You never could have played it any way

Odd to be driving your own death wish.