Lyrics:

Loaded on loads, peach flavored nod
He was out there beyond the law
Walking disaster institute
High speed chase Harbor Freeway Blues
Was it an accident?
Or was a suicide?
There is no place higher left to go
Pinpoint eyes gotta shoot to feel
Self infected wounds won't ever heal
Hit the ramp, smashed through the rail
Couldn't go back to Torrance jail
Was it an accident?
Or was a suicide?
There is no place higher left to go
Ahh!

Was it an accident?
Or was a suicide?
There is no place higher left to go