Oh the irony.
Forgive me baby Jesus for my cynical heart.
Those bleak,potato faced,puffy alcoholic eyed journeys from site
have been replaced by the joys of religion.
Relentless Christian indoctrination.
The worker drones up front
with glazed expressions hiding dreadful Romanian pasts.
with scant control of the wheel.
Angels on the roof.
And i feel the demons in my gut,
squirming from this hell.
For your power to heal
and keep an eye on the bastard behind the wheel.
He can't drive for shit