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I call my muse a slut
Filling up at the servo
came back to green machine (Ford 99 lazer)
big arse cheeky grin
What's up, you look like the Cheshire cat that ate the golden canary
Dude only charged me to twenty to fill up from empty
That's amazing, let's smoke a cone and some vitamins to celebrate
He mix up his taste, does his thing
I don't look this time, head off in the clouds, heart in.... love? , wanting off this hamster wheel? out of this penal colony?
Tosses me the bag, mix it with coke
down the hatch good stuff
Darkness travelling like thieves in the night, target the crown casino
nighttime, always the best time for long journeys
Think I can do the trip in eight hours bro
You know its ten and a half, big call mate
Watch and learn padawan grasshopper
Made good time hugging the backs of trucks, speed that extra road train fast fast go, like only truckies in radio contact know
Hip hop got us most of the way, bliss in the hilltops, vents out the window, some deep philosophical talk, spiced up with laughs dribbling shit
a little grateful dead added to the mix, you know adds to the nocturnal psychedelia, when all the nothingness and lines in the road merge as one
As I ride shot gun playing joint doctor, tears of laughter, wind in our hair
man we are fucking free
heading back after four days and a good win fall
This is not the way home
Bro I wonder what the poor people are doing, you know its handy having vitamin contacts, where to now left or right?
Pulled in to a roadhouse, after that big fucking roo nearly killed us
could see the white on your knuckles, probably as white as I felt, still smell the burning rubber as you slammed every break we had
I think we both need a BIG pick me up after that one mate
We both threw up in the men's bathroom, splashed our faces, got a six pack like nothing had happened
pale, sparkling? the coopers would be proud
Packing pipes, down nowhere dirt roads, drifting towards the black boys
brown snakes slither outback
cockatoo serenaded sunsets
kookaburra laughs as the sun and moon hide and seek
dingo asleep on the back seat
Getting lost is all part of the adventure
There's no wrong direction bro
This is not the way home
No
This is not the way home
came back to green machine (Ford 99 lazer)
big arse cheeky grin
What's up, you look like the Cheshire cat that ate the golden canary
Dude only charged me to twenty to fill up from empty
That's amazing, let's smoke a cone and some vitamins to celebrate
He mix up his taste, does his thing
I don't look this time, head off in the clouds, heart in.... love? , wanting off this hamster wheel? out of this penal colony?
Tosses me the bag, mix it with coke
down the hatch good stuff
Darkness travelling like thieves in the night, target the crown casino
nighttime, always the best time for long journeys
Think I can do the trip in eight hours bro
You know its ten and a half, big call mate
Watch and learn padawan grasshopper
Made good time hugging the backs of trucks, speed that extra road train fast fast go, like only truckies in radio contact know
Hip hop got us most of the way, bliss in the hilltops, vents out the window, some deep philosophical talk, spiced up with laughs dribbling shit
a little grateful dead added to the mix, you know adds to the nocturnal psychedelia, when all the nothingness and lines in the road merge as one
As I ride shot gun playing joint doctor, tears of laughter, wind in our hair
man we are fucking free
heading back after four days and a good win fall
This is not the way home
Bro I wonder what the poor people are doing, you know its handy having vitamin contacts, where to now left or right?
Pulled in to a roadhouse, after that big fucking roo nearly killed us
could see the white on your knuckles, probably as white as I felt, still smell the burning rubber as you slammed every break we had
I think we both need a BIG pick me up after that one mate
We both threw up in the men's bathroom, splashed our faces, got a six pack like nothing had happened
pale, sparkling? the coopers would be proud
Packing pipes, down nowhere dirt roads, drifting towards the black boys
brown snakes slither outback
cockatoo serenaded sunsets
kookaburra laughs as the sun and moon hide and seek
dingo asleep on the back seat
Getting lost is all part of the adventure
There's no wrong direction bro
This is not the way home
No
This is not the way home
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