Текст песни Tomahawk - 101 North
Tomahawk - 101 North слова песни
Hitch a ride, hitch a rideEagles swirl and they pick up the bones?I`ll shut you down like a bank on a SundayThe engine has no stories to tellBecause there`s no-one to tell `em toThe last drugstore has sold the very last pillOut on the road and I am high enough, thumb`s upYou`re pullin` over, gonna pick me up, shut up!The rusty wiper blades move along, in songHaving a lonely body in your car, shut upMy piece is in your earMovin` fast, thinkin` clearI`ll squeeze if you don`t steerAnd follow the line straighter!You are the bullet, I am the gun, I wonScrew on the silencer and have some funGrey highway, deserting meHitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my wayHitch a ride, hitch a rideTreading water in an ocean of champagneYou blow a sparkplug when you see a drop of bloodAnd how many joyrides will it takeThe sombre spasms habouringThose pulsing neon hangovers, hang meIt`s Friday night, I`m gonna fuck or fight, that`s rightThis time all I need is one more ride, shut up!I`m car-jacking on a fine spring afternoonDon`t kid a kidder, don`t shit a bullshitterI`m hotter than the crack you`re cookin` up, heat upI`m colder than the smack you`re jackin` up, shut up!I`m a balloon and I am losin` air, bewareSqueek, ah, squeekThere`s blood on me!Grey highway, deserting meHitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my wayHitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a rideHitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride...