Tomahawk - 101 North

Hitch a ride, hitch a ride Eagles swirl and they're pickin' at 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 wanna 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 emotional champagne You blow a sparkplug 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 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 cooler 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...