101 North

Hitch a ride, hitch a ride

Eagles swirl and pick 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 birdy 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 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 harbouring
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 bull (shitter!)
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