Lido Pier Suicide Car

I thought I saw my god, through frays of total blood, at some Hampton Beach club. And half-convinced he had the things I thought he did...
Hey, Ritchie, it's your dad. I've gone so far away now, kid. From coast to coast and far beyond. The waves rose up like gasps out on the astral sea, starships shifting in the crud... Don't believe that stuff on your TV. No, I've got to leave. I can't come back.
Lido Pier suicide car. It's a straight shot drive to a life full of stars.
At first it seemed a little speck, and then it seemed a little mist. We took our drinks out to the deck. We watched that silver ladder twist. We flew over the hills, the harbor bar. Over the wakeward-flashing spray. We watched it shrink, that Jag, that Jaguar. We watched our old friends fall away. My heart, oh, feel it pounding to watch our little town receding. They're not knowing why or how we're leaving, only believing in a Lido Pier suicide car. Lido Pier suicide car. Lido Pier suicide car.
He's a ramrod handshake stud. He's a steward of a land hand-washed in hero's blood. He's a lodger of demands. He's the hassler of the gassed-up graspers trying to make their grands. When he catches me in freezing seas, he'll lead me into land. He says he's gonna break my band. I just have to take that hand. Oh, crocodile! And can you hear the shouting, out there beyond the boundary? Some distant voice is sounding, and what is it saying? Something about a Lido Pier suicide car. Lido Pier suicide car. Lido Piere suicide suicide car.