LYRIC



Got a bike from the junk yard
You can sit in the sidecar
We can run this bitch into the ground til’ we’re lost in the dark

Jump the fence when the gate’s locked
Watch the rubbish float by the rickety dock
Kids in a broken hammock, lying landlocked, can you swing that?

Skip church on Sunday
And camp out in the caffeine store on Monday
Sweet crap, we are running out of gas
On a highway in suburban Saigon

Crash the penthouse of rich folks
Smear your hands across the clean windows
We can go to the dojo if you promise not to jab me fiercely

Build a house in Mongolia
Ruin a reputation in South Africa
See you here when the rain slows down and the sun rips thru the ionosphere

Skip church on Sunday
And camp out in the caffeine store on Monday
Sweet crap, we are running out of gas
On a highway in suburban Saigon

I’m all out of time
It burns to be all out of time
So hold on tight
It’s going to be a lousy drive
And a late night

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