black silverado

Black Silverado, stop signs ain’t for you to blow
not green nor red, still means you better slow

Black Silverado, you may run a few in a row
you should quit while you’re ahead
‘fore you kill somebody dead ooh

Ooooo there’s not much left of me
But I’ll make sure there’s no more like me
And if this’ll be the death of me
It’ll be yours too

Black Silverado, you could run and nobody’d know
that’s somebody’s sister, somebody’s daughter ooh

Black Silverado, it’s your time, pull off the road
not green nor red
but blue and reds and your ghosts

Oooo there’s not much left of me
But I made sure there’s no more like me
so this won’t be the death of me
but it’ll be yours soon