Oncoming Traffic 歌詞

The devil owns a hill in my town Pulls you fast as you're riding down And at the bottom there's a cop in a church parking lot. I got stopped and wondered why My surroundings can't choose sides But I can't rightly get mad 'cos neither can I Neither can I I can't choose sides. Lately I've been getting bruised By love I can't afford to lose And I can't say that I like it, but what else am I supposed to do? I've learned this trick, you hand me a noose And I will craft you an excuse And I'll deliver it direct to the tip of your tongue In place of "I'm sorry" "I'm sorry" Let's not say it if nobody is. Driving last week we nearly died And nothing flashed before my eyes But I think I spilled something on your leather seats And I'm sorry about that I'm sorry about that I'll pay for it.