D.O.A.

Closing out the night

Too numb to feel

Fifteen too many, but still behind the wheel

Heeding no warning

Control denied

Reaching the end of the line

Living too fast

Throw it away

No second chance

D.O.A.

Smell the searing flesh, smell it too real

See the dead beneath the steel

A tragic sight brought from the road

No curtain call

No going home

Living too fast

Throw it away

No second chance

D.O.A.

Dead on arrival

Closing out the night

Too numb to feel

Fifteen too many, but still behind the wheel

Living too fast

Throw it away

No second chance

D.O.A.

Dead on arrival