101 North

Tomahawk

Hitch a ride, 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! 
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 
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 colder 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...
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