| Hitch a ride, hitch a ride | |
| Eagles swirl and they pick up 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 body 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 won 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 habouring | |
| Those pulsing neon hangovers, hang me | |
| It's Friday night, | |
| I'm gonna **** 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 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, hitch a ride, hitch a ride | |
| Hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride... |