What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? Well, its 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some plans for later on tonight I'll find a

Got a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild style She can't be tied down but for a while I'll be falling free and so in love Might break my heart but God she drives me wild child She's a wild child Looks like royal in a thrift store dress Keeps my

Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive I wanna be free I wanna just live Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit Now

When will this payday be? For these retired slaves Tell us this hour Tell us now! Slavedriver Poison the 666 conception now!! Hey slavedriver! I'm asking you this question again and again and again Work police- you false priest!

I've got a symbol in my driveway I've got a hundred million dollar friends I've got you a brand new weapon Let's see how destructive we can be Got a brand new set of stencils I've been connecting all the dots Got my plans in a zip-lock bag Let's see how

Will be the end of the road So I guess the driveway Let the credits start to roll I tried it your way But I got nothing to show And the story's getting old For us it's too late Nothing hurts like losing

We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore The hammer of the gods Will drive our ships to new lands, To fight the horde, singing and

I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade

Say goodbye, my friend Here's your promised end Be a part of the grand parade Along we're driven On and on, it's a grand parade We're one, we're so sorry to say It's all the same, you will see On this grand parade

Better in stereo We're better in stereo You the other half of me The half I'll never be The half that drives me crazy You the better half of me The half I'll always need We both know A sweet harmony or solo