It's here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor
Like tire irons, toothy grills and car parts before me
The acid rain floods my floorboard, burns my pores and rots my upholstery
Once I was worshiped, polished magnificently
Now I lay in decay by the dirty angry bay

I'm ready to leave, I wanna be out of here
I'm ready to ride away, I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to ride

My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue
My body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle
Of motor block manifolds and metal relics
What was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty
But this dead end demolishes the dreams of an open highway

I'm ready to leave, I wanna be out of here
I'm ready to ride away, I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to ride

Dig me, but don't bury me

First car was a 1969 Ford Mustang with a 302w. The floor was rusted out in the back seat, so those kids had to watch their feet.