Текст (слова) песни: Tomahawk - 101 North

Hitch a ride, hitch a ride
Eagles swirl and they pick up the bones?
Ill shut you down like a bank on a Sunday
The engine has no stories to tell
Because theres no-one to tell em to
The last drugstore has sold the very last pill
Out on the road and I am high enough, thumbs up
Youre 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
Ill squeeze if you dont 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
Its Friday night, Im gonna fuck or fight, thats right
This time all I need is one more ride, shut up!
Im car-jacking on a fine spring afternoon
Dont kid a kidder, dont shit a bullshitter
Im hotter than the crack youre cookin up, heat up
Im colder than the smack youre jackin up, shut up!
Im a balloon and I am losin air, beware
Squeek, ah, squeek
Theres 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...
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