That 7-11 Song

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the volume of your anger's always measured by how hard you slam the door you'll know my lack of sympathy when I let me engine roar you'll watch my pickup peel you'll hear my tires squeal you'll know my emotions sit behind the wheel so what if we die drivin to 7-11 with your stone cold words driving straight to my soul if the radio's tuned into "stairway to heaven" will the merciful lord save a place in his home the means of your silence will be measured by how long you wait to call take all the time you want my dear it won't jazz me at all my sobriety's a myth yet I know I'll take the fifth when his honor asks me if I really polished off that fifth Chorus the level of your guilt will be measured by your black dress at the wake the level of my stupidity will clear by my mistake and you'll admit to that I acted like a brat I'll go down in the books as one more needless stat Chorus