One day this will all be yours But until then you must earn your keep This ride ain't so moving And neither are our moods Breath the fumes each one tells a story Just pull it over I'm sure this is One of many breakdowns tonight With grace the hood Is popped without hesitation If you need me I'm the man with the flashlight We both know You're the brains of this outfit And if a hooker passes by She'll be eaten alive Your blistered smile Follows us for many miles Go ahead try to burn us down We keep chugging through all towns, yeah And we will stop only To collect our thoughts And regroup Read each other's eyes And keep trucking on The North is South And it's going down tonight Nobody's screaming But we'll make it out alright My throat is dry Our rums been spilled And I'm sure as hell Not looking back tonight