Текст (слова) песни: Modest Mouse - Truckers Atlas

Im going to Colorado
to unload my head
Im going to New York City
and thats in New York,friends
Im going to Arizona
sex on the rocks all warm and red
and we bled
and the writing in stall said
"we write our maps in the stalls"
Im going up to Alaska
Im going to get off scot-fucking-free
and we all did
This truckers atlas roads the ways
the freeways and highways dont know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
I dont feel and it feels great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
Im going up
going over to Montana
You got yourself a truckers atlas
You knew you were all hot, well
Maybe youll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
beeline you might drive three days
and three nights to the tip of Florida
Do you speak the lingo?
Oh No. No no
How far does your road?
Oh no, you dont know
Im going to Colorado
to unload my head
Im going to New York City
and thats in New York, friends
Im going up to Alaska
Im going to get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did
And the writing in the salt syas
We ride on out to the stars
Im going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
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