18 miles road workers wanna slow us down The AM radio static and that old funk sound is playing. Pull up in this po-dunk town So now it's either eat McDonald's or don't eat a meal til tomorrow Countin yellow lines as we're skirtin past cops And the damn van smells like dirty ass socks Haven't talked to my girl on the phone since the weekend It's Wednesday today, so I know that she's cheatin. Female fans in the Simpleway(?) flatter me Cause all I'm really stackin is a kitchen-aid salary And I could use some triple A batteries My discman is dead, the loneliness haunts me, it lives in my head I don't wanna act that 'vay' So I try to take a nap backstage And get the rest that I have not found yet But right when I get comfortable they say that it's time to do soundcheck (Shit!) [chorus X2] I got 25,000 miles to go, before my system is back on cruise control Count those yellow lines! (So let's ride.) Count those yellow lines! I gotta be on stage in 25 minutes But my girlfriend calls and says 'we need to visit' Man her voice just switched tones, she wants to break up but we can talk about it when I get home (click, gone) I'm on the verge of tears, my life is a mess I gotta try to suppress the nervous fear, it's like I'm possessed to persevere But man underneath the scenery, something keeps punching me repeatedly And everybody knew from the lit up stage I was trying to entertain with the wave of my pent-up rage I had my dj drop the needle But I felt like Don Flamingo, heartbroken And I could not hide it, it hurts to acknowledge it, But I was such a jerk to the audience I didn't even make the attempt to connect with the fans I just went outside, drunk, and slept in the van [chorus] The next day I'm on the way to Baltimore But what the hell is my big sister callin for? I answered, she told me she was calling to tell me To come home quick cause momma's not healthy Great, me and old girl failed each other Now I gotta go home to an ailing mother But first I gotta do like 30 more shoes This is my life on the God-damn-road [chorus] Thanks to V Balayan
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Copy to Clipboard: 18 miles road workers wanna slow us down The AM radio static and that old funk sound is playing. Pull up in this po-dunk town So now it's either eat McDonald's or don't eat a meal til tomorrow Countin yellow lines as we're skirtin past cops And the damn van smells like dirty ass socks Haven't talked to my girl on the phone since the weekend It's Wednesday today, so I know that she's cheatin. Female fans in the Simpleway(?) flatter me Cause all I'm really stackin is a kitchen-aid salary And I could use some triple A batteries My discman is dead, the loneliness haunts me, it lives in my head I don't wanna act that 'vay' So I try to take a nap backstage And get the rest that I have not found yet But right when I get comfortable they say that it's time to do soundcheck (Shit!) [chorus X2] I got 25,000 miles to go, before my system is back on cruise control Count those yellow lines! (So let's ride.) Count those yellow lines! I gotta be on stage in 25 minutes But my girlfriend calls and says 'we need to visit' Man her voice just switched tones, she wants to break up but we can talk about it when I get home (click, gone) I'm on the verge of tears, my life is a mess I gotta try to suppress the nervous fear, it's like I'm possessed to persevere But man underneath the scenery, something keeps punching me repeatedly And everybody knew from the lit up stage I was trying to entertain with the wave of my pent-up rage I had my dj drop the needle But I felt like Don Flamingo, heartbroken And I could not hide it, it hurts to acknowledge it, But I was such a jerk to the audience I didn't even make the attempt to connect with the fans I just went outside, drunk, and slept in the van [chorus] The next day I'm on the way to Baltimore But what the hell is my big sister callin for? I answered, she told me she was calling to tell me To come home quick cause momma's not healthy Great, me and old girl failed each other Now I gotta go home to an ailing mother But first I gotta do like 30 more shoes This is my life on the God-damn-road [chorus] Thanks to V Balayan
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