Weapons of Mass Distraction

Duration

3:14

Genres

Southern/Blues Rock/Rockabilly

Description

Lyrics

Weapons of Mass Distraction are gonna drive me to my grave. The art of driving is evolving driven mainly by the form of technology arriving that distracts us from the norm, of two hands upon the wheel, eyes pointed straight ahead there are markers on the roadside bearing witness to the dead. Weapons of Mass Distraction are gonna drive me to my grave. But, I get such satisfaction from the time I’m gonna save using gadgets and a gizmos to make sure I’m not late. All the while oblivious to my impending fate My mobile phone is balanced between my cheek and shoulder. Through my fingers swirls of smoke reminds me of the smolder of my cigarette, while glowing embers fall upon my threads. There are markers on the roadside bearing witness to the dead. As I hurtle down the highway catching up with my email, two hands on the keyboard my knees steady the wheel. An unexpected bend in the road lays up ahead. There are markers on the roadside bearing witness to the dead. If you drive with these distractions you’ll soon make your own bed. It won’t be a “Posturpedic” but a hard pine box instead. And your epitaph will read what I’ve already have said, “There are markers on the roadside bearing witness to the dead”, “There are markers on the roadside bearing witness to the dead”.