over the moon I gotta get out of here It's like I'm being tied to the hood" "Of a yellow rental truck Being packed in With fertilizer and fuel oil" "
breath, or even brick" Don't worry hon' you're hittin' 'em harder than a fuckin' brick "But what do you think, Van?", please, no one can serve us "Wish me luck
all black Their scopes and probes can't get us back Way off course without a clue, all instruments stop working Weightlessness means no way up No food no fuel we're outta luck
Sixty-six Chevrolet Windshield full of rain Four wheels that I can trust To take me outta here Truck stop in Buffalo Fueled up and food to go One lonely
To play our hand To win or else to lose In this cruel world that kicks a man when he's down (Down to the ground) (Hey now) And Lady Luck smiles on
shine Somehow I've got to re align Fueled by the promise of the sun Pulled by the charm this night has spun Move on up through this down Take this luck
S-T-A-R S-T-A-R (What?) S-T-A-R (Queen bitch) S-T-A-R I'm on the top There's no luck Never turned around to stop Make my move Make you move Make you
be, down when your bread up But when you in the quicksand, they frown cause your legs stuck Yeah I remember that, so you remember this Hard times be my fuel
] There's something in your heart and it's in your eyes It's the fire, inside you Let it burn You don't say good luck You say don't give up It's the fire
Now people say I'm jinxed I got some kind of voodoo hex Life is so complex There's no telling what could happen next Life on the edge, Fuels the sickness
American trip She was thumpin? the bass in an improv group on their way to bein? hip After a few nights on the bus while we stopped to get some fuel
Sixty six Chevrolet Windshield full of rain Four wheels that I can trust to take me outta here Truck stop in Buffalo Fueled up and food to go One lonely
my hands to myself. Some say it?s just a phase, But it?s a life style for me. But this city needs a switch An infinite glow Sleepless the bodies? fuel
robbery was operated sloppily/ And somebody got shot and son was fingered in the line-up/ Tossed into a 6x9, stuck because his time?s up/ Fine luck,
peace prosper in the middle east without politicians boiling up the bitter heat drop a feast at famines feet do you follow me?/ There?s so much more to life than fueling
V12 [X5] With cracks in the Rolly jumper all we do is Drink fuckin' Drive Real niggas raise up, Mommy get your feet off +The Table+ The cable luck bare
good luck See the gun let it lie You'll want that gun before you die Spit sperm This moral bankrupt stinking vat Spit sperm Of shit fueled lies and
in the ground Alarm lights Blinking up On and off Crazy stuff Control room Leaking pool Pump the fuel What a mess Procedures Safety suits Out of luck