: It was the hottest day in July and all along Santa Monica boulevard Cars were stood still and a gleaming metal tube Would stretch all the way from
pay the cost Cause youse a hoe And I'm the motherfucking boss Automatic when I aim you say bye-bye Yo' family sad you got killed in a drive-by And to
and now you gotta pay the cost Cause youse a hoe And i'm the motherfucking boss Automatic when i aim you say bye-bye Yo' family sad you got killed in a drive-by
: I guess you didn't make it Do you wanna go now? This ain't no joyride It ain't your Daddy's Oldsmobile neither Welcome to Hell!!!
's stupid And there's this burning Like there's always been I never been so alone And I've never been so alive Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by
I don't even like the way it sounds One day it's gonna be I told you so I'm expectin' that you're gonna be down One day it's gonna be I told you so One
trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt, Peterbilt She can quit her job now, be his little bride He can get a local route and stay home by her
Once upon a time, my advice to you Would have been go out And find yourself a whore But I guess I've grown up 'Cause I don't give that kind of advice
Way you look at me like that Something's got to give pretty soon Throw it on a camel's back Something's got to give pretty soon Living hard to chase
're the assholes 'Cause we bitched about the hassles Are you sleeping in your castles? And we're still riding down the road And I hear you're all offended By
Economics shut the furnace down Bull Connor hosing children down George Wallace stared them Yankee's down In Birmingham Take a left on the interstate
your nose Working for the money like you got eight hands Flat on your back under a mean old man Just thinking happy thoughts, breathing in Between your momma's drive
Thinking 'bout you, darling Adding up the cost of these dreams Strapped to this projectile A blink ago I was back in school Smoking by the gym door
Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders Says they're on me when I sleep Waiting in the out-house for me Underneath the seat Great-grandmothers 'bout ninety-
When I crawled out of bed this morning I could tell something wasn't right There were cigarettes in the ashtrays They weren't your menthol lights There
Don't know why they even bother Putting this highway on the map Anybody's that's ever been on it Knows exactly where they're at It's hells on both ends
Tired of living in Buttholeville Tired of my job and my wife Lucille Tired of my kids, Ronnie and Neil Tired of my '68 Bonneville Working down at Billy
He might kneel but he never bends over Bob takes care of his Momma She's the only one he lets call him Robert She don't drive anymore so he takes her
