Jane Jensen Highway 90 lyrics

I'm driving down Highway 90
Going back for the hair of that dog that bit me
I'm gonna bite back while I can
Are you my boy? Are you my man?

Driving down Highway 90
And the road becomes a boy
To a bullet, to a brain
The sky, all of this gray matter looks like rain

90, 90, 90, 90

Driving down Highway 90
I think about a girl, she lives so fast
She could a been a super sonic chica
If she could get off her ass

Driving down Highway 90
I dream about a day at a comic book store
I didn't wanna be a groupie
But I guess I am a comic book whore

90, 90, 90, 90

Driving down Highway 90
Lock my up in a disco and throw away the key

I wanna be Donna Summer
But I'll bet she wouldn't wanna be me

Driving down Highway 90
Highway 90
90, 90, 90, 90
Driving down Highway 90

Driving down Highway 90
Got vivaria in my body and a soda by my side
I'll also be a freak this time next week
Oh, I don't wanna think just drive

Driving down Highway 90
I'm a fish in a 4-lane ghost car scream
Now just stay on my good side
This car is mean

90, 90, 90, 90

Buddha does commend
Me on my auto zen