Vanity plates for you and me
He came flashing by in speed of gray
Definitely on his way-
somewhere.
He looks like a man I used to know
Course, that was long ago.
Who are these people that I see?
Most definitely…
vanity plates…
you and me.
What ’bout that Fanny Farmer
Kicking it in her four wheeled drive
Wonder what’s keeping
her dreams alive?
Or, cracker rapper, Mr. X?
I see him daily…
laying out gangsta jive with ghostly white hands
What exactly is his big plan?
I know that there is only a minority that I see
Still, their existence sets me free
Vanity plates…
indeed
you and me.
Some of us take the show off the road
Frightened to have their story told.
The rest road tested and neon bold.
Take the centenarian foot nurse
Steroids and sterilizers for a purse
Lifelines of ‘keep on truckin’
she’s got a pout that tells me…
she’d definitely put out somethin’.
Vanity plates
indeed
you and me.
Vanity plates
indeed
for you and me.
-Biker Bitch
