[Verse 1]
Shoot a 45
And drive out past nothing
All the fields you pass
And crash
Like you're supposed to

[Chorus]
I know that much, I want it back
I know that much, I want it back

[Verse 2]
You won a ticker tape parade
You paid in triplicate
But your undershirt is choked
With the poems that you wrote in red
And you roll your eyes
And you cross your Ts for me
Shoot a 45
And drive out past nothing

[Chorus]
I know that much, I want it back
I know that much, I want it back