Isle Of Man

Rain pouring down, my car broke down on side the road, what the fuck
And me with no cell phone or fucking tools, this is just my luck
This is a true test bitch of how you've lived your life
As you walk through that pouring rain and motorist watch you endure this strife

Pay attention Fuckboy don't you work with him, her, and them
They're driving by and honking their horns like you don't even know them
Wasn't it earlier today at work that they were all smiling up in your face
Ha, you find yourself praying silently that the rain washes the hate from your face

How many more miles to a phone, fuck that bitch intentionally splashed me
Fuck you pointing straight up in the air, rearview mirror bitch I know that you can see
Two more miles it says there's a gas station farther down on the right
Soaked to the fucking bones with my head down, before this sign popped into sight

Logging trucks passed by, the backdraft nearly blew me down
Water overflowing from my shoes, my feet making squishy sounds
But I'm almost there, I can feel a hot shower and dry clothes
Haha but who the fuck can I call to help me get this car off of the side of the road

Just standing there drenched with a humming phone in my hand
Totally blank of anyone to call on the other end is where I stand
So I called a tow truck and a taxi service with directions to my car
As I started out again in the rain, my life test a complete washout this far