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Hitch a ride, hitch a ride
Eagles swirl and they're pickin' 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 bird 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 emotional champagne
You blow a sparkplug when you see a drop of blood
And how many joyrides will it take
The sombre spasms harboring
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 hotter 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...
Hitch a ride, hitch a ride    Eagles swirl and they're pickin' 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 bird 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 emotional champagne    You blow a sparkplug when you see a drop of blood    And how many joyrides will it take    The sombre spasms harboring    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 hotter 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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