Tomahawk

101 North

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, shut up

You are the bullet, I am the gun, I won

Screw on the silencer and have some fun

Gray highway deserting me

Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way

Hitch a ride

Treading water in an ocean of champagne

You blow a spark plug when you see a drop of blood

And how many joyrides will it take, the sombre spasms harboring

Those pulsing neon hangovers, hang me

It's Friday night, I'm gonna fuck or fight, that's right

This time and 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, shut up

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

Squeak, ah, squeak, there's blood on me

Gray highway, deserting me

Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way

Hitch a ride