101 North — текст песни (Tomahawk)

Hitch a ride, hitch a ride
Eagles swirl and they pick up the bones?
I`ll shut you down like a bank on a Sunday
The engine has no stories to tell
Because there`s no-one to tell `em to
The last drugstore has sold the very last pill
Out on the road and I am high enough, thumb`s up
You`re pullin` over, gonna pick me up, shut up!
The rusty wiper blades move along, in song
Having a lonely body in your car, shut up
My piece is in your ear
Movin` fast, thinkin` clear
I`ll squeeze if you don`t steer
And follow the line straighter!
You are the bullet, I am the gun, I won
Screw on the silencer and have some fun
Grey highway, deserting me
Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way
Hitch a ride, hitch a ride
Treading water in an ocean of champagne
You blow a sparkplug when you see a drop of blood
And how many joyrides will it take
The sombre spasms habouring
Those pulsing neon hangovers, hang me
It`s Friday night, I`m gonna fuck or fight, that`s right
This time all I need is one more ride, shut up!
I`m car-jacking on a fine spring afternoon
Don`t kid a kidder, don`t shit a bullshitter
I`m hotter than the crack you`re cookin` up, heat up
I`m colder than the smack you`re jackin` up, shut up!
I`m a balloon and I am losin` air, beware
Squeek, ah, squeek
There`s blood on me!
Grey highway, deserting me
Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way
Hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride
Hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride...