Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

Where will the light go to? Awaiting my last breath The mirror calls my name It's showing me the way Into the dark The bridge appears I jump into the dark side

Fluffy clouds Jumping rainbows Alcohol on my hands I got plans To ditch myself and get outside Dancing women Throwing plates Decapitating their laughing dates Swirling chickens caught in flight

There'll be Suddenly I feel like I want to break loose Jump in my six and come and see you Girl I'm gonna do something that's brand new 'Cause I got a kinky surprise for you So girl get ready 'cause I'm on my way Put your sexy body in some neglege And if

One sister jumped up and she began to shout Yes, I'm gonna get me religion I'm gonna join the Baptist Church One deacon jumped up and he began to grin I was in the pulpit, I's jumpin' up and down Grabbed up my suitcase and I took off down the road You

That's how we do Uh huh uh huh What you always say, and what you do, it don't matter, long as we go Every every day we always play, we alway with some classy

(Fuck, can you say to me) Fuck around and drop the top on niggas When them niggas thought I wouldn't Fuck your bitch or something What I did to ya why you fronting on me Hit the trap and have it jumping Turning nothing into something Peeling off the

Go down, soft sound Midnight, car lights Playing with the air Breathing in your hair Go down, go down Step into your skin? I'd rather jump in your bones (jump!) Taking up your mouth so you'll breathe through your nose

I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or if I'm insecure Baby, you're not her My last girl had me so fucked up it was a blacked out blur Baby, you jump first It's a long way to hell, I ain't really tryna leave this Earth Baby, do your worst I've

Everybody knows I'm here I know I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun Gonna make these pretty women jump and shout And the world will only know a-what