Sunday Driving (Live) Video (MV)

The streets gleamed in the midday sun
Chrome trim was shining like a star
A family filed out of church
Filled up the tank, got in the car
Guiltless and fatted by the calf
Soundtrack of laughter rolling past
They struck some poor and nameless soul
Member of some forgotten caste

When they went Sunday driving, Sunday driving
Wind in their hair, not a care, not a care
When they went Sunday driving, Sunday driving
Wind in their hair, not a care, not a care in the world

"These are no common criminals
No dead-eyed beasts out for a ride
Upstanding citizens like these
Aren't capable of homicide
They had a blind spot in their minds
Our expert witness insist
They had decided years ago
His kind simply did not exist"

They tell ya "do it for the children"
They tell ya "bring 'em back alive"
The odds may be one in a million
But Sunday morning comes and they drive right over you