Oh Roll one up in the backseat we can Go Go riding around this ghost-town, I smell Smoke Smoke on the Highway With you right beside me They built a mall on Iroquois burial-ground There's nothing sacred in this God-forsaken town We drive past MacCormick Prison out on 79
Getting high Just you and I Two young hooligans Best friends on a suicide mission Too young to pretend There's anything better And I said
Oh Roll one up in the backseat we can Go Go riding around this ghost-town, I smell Smoke Smoke on the Highway With you right beside me Lost his job last week bagging groceries at the P&C They caught him stealing ribeyes, high on percs and OC's We all laughed when we saw his pants were stained with blood It's a tough break… … When you play for high steaks. Two young hooligans Best friends on a suicide mission Too young to pretend There's anything better
And I said Oh Roll one up in the backseat we can Go Go riding around this ghost-town, I smell Smoke Smoke on the Highway With you right beside me Oh Roll one up in the backseat we can Go Go riding around this ghost-town, I smell Smoke Smoke on the Highway With you right beside meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
