Ask me which way to go
Ask me which sin to bear
I'll tell you I don't know
Our hearts are full of woe
Our heads are full of trash
We'd better stop and get some gas
Peter's getting kooky on Blatz
And we're trapped like rats in Myers Flat
We never stop to rationalize
We just get in the car
If we don't blow this fucking taqueria
Then we won't get very far
I thought I'd left my troubles home
But my hand got caught in the door
This highway isn't so predictable
Well, it just changes and it changes and it changes some more
My eyes are made of glass
We'd better stop and get some gas
Godot said he'd be back in a flash
And we're just trapped like rats in Myers Flat
Did Brigham already pass us
Or is he slow as molasses?
They left me here, I'm all alone
Now the population's 101
You know I haven't slept in days
But I've never felt this giddy before
I'll finish off another wounded soldier
And I'll pass out on the floor
It would help if I could talk
But for now all I can do is just sing
I'm sorry if I left you out in the rain
Do I miss you? Yeah, I missed you because I didn't swing
My head is full of trash
We'd better stop and get some gas
Put in a tape by The Clash
And we're trapped like rats in Myers Flat
This homesickness is killing me
Caught up in this sad song reverie
I know it's no use fighting time
Don't want to leave this road behind