Tekster: Gluecifer. Shotgun Seat.

With the top down
And a hitcher
And a stream of steady talk

I got the beat on
And a kerosene bottle
And a light on the cigar

Light green
Light up the kerosene
White light
Goin right into the night

You wear the hair long
Got opinions
And you think you're very smart

I'm just a driver
With a buzz on
And a light on the cigar

Light red
And it's buzzing in my head
White light
Going right into the night

come on and ride it - ride it
dig it - digging it
bite it - bite it
shotgun seat for you

An opposition
To the system
Is gonna leave you with a messy face

When i'm gunnin down a straight way
and then i'm slamming on them brakes

(repeat chorus)