For the road It's quarter to three There's no-one in the place 'Cept You and me. So set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story I think you should know We're drinking my friend, To the end of a brief episode

There's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod One, two, three From the old sod to the new land We came over by the score We cut the ties said goodbye And closed the old world door

I play the road, And every city's like the same three chords Been helping us along when the story's told Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home And the highway is our song, And the crowd is done and gone And the crowd has come and gone Every

Finally believe in me When you finally trust me I will let you down I'll let you down I'll There's no need to fear Everyone's here Waiting for you to finally be one of us

It's what you feel now Dead from the neck up We thought you had it in you But no, no, no What you ought to One two three four Wakey wakey Rise and shine It's on again, off again, on again

I ride foreign cars, ooh I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar I ride foreign cars, yeah Ooh, yeah, huh, ooh Lil Pump, Lil Pump, ooh Pull up to the strip, ooh

And we believe it's not the real me I can't control myself So what if you can see the darkest side of me? Somebody help me tame this animal I can't escape this hell Somebody get me through this nightmare No one would ever change this animal I have become

Three thousand miles over the ocean From Liverpool to Tokyo What a way to go From distant lands one woman one man Let the four winds blow Three thousand light years from the land of the rising sun Love has opened up my eyes Love has blown right through

I've seen loneliness She wrapped me up with such tenderness Come in from the darkness on the edge of this three tree town Because it's thicker than the woods out there Settles harder than the cold winter ground Come in from the shadows of these boot

It cost me a lot But there's one thing that I've got It's my man, it's my man Cold and wet, tired, you bet All of this I'll soon forget with my man He's not much for looks He's no hero out of books But I love him, yes I love him Two or three girls has he