You Can't Take That Hot-Rod With You When You Go Lyrics

Today, they buried a good man,
It got me to thinking about all of the worthless shit
The plastic people worry their lives away with.
Man, life isn't mortgages,
Life isn't diamonds, baby (*shine*shine*)
Life's not your sports car or SUV
Life's not traffic
Life's not made of plastic
Life's not made of plastic
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Cover art for You Can't Take That Hot-Rod With You When You Go lyrics by An Albatross

Well, i am a little surprised that nobody has interpreted this song as in my opinion it is the most easy to interpret song they have wrote, maybe people were going to but they decided not to insult peoples intelligence, but i, however, am a prick so here goes:

to me this is about somebodies friend (possibly Eddie BG Edders (vocalist) friend) dying, and realizing after the funeral that people have their priorities out of prospective, that they spend too much time worrying about the things that bog you down, instead of living their lives as can be seen in "the plastic people worry away their lives with".

it also urges people not to think about material possessions to much "life isn't diamonds, etc" and urges people to live their lives instead of prostituting it to the stuff that doesn't matter.

thats how i think of it, and i remember these lyrics whenever i feel i have my priorities out of place, or i'm worrying too much, stick this amazing song on and scream my heart out to the lyrics.

Cover art for You Can't Take That Hot-Rod With You When You Go lyrics by An Albatross

I enjoy this song a ton, I think of it as the closest to screamo An Albatross ever got. As for the lyrics, I'm not sure if they're directly related to personal experience, but I agree that the song seems to deliver the message that people need to get their priorities in order.

 
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