Ass, Gas or Grass, No one rides for free
Trucking down the open road, which way do I turn
Yeah I carry a heavy load, but I've got rocket fuel to burn
Threw my father's ashes off a pier because I didn't pay for an urn
Then clashes of faith and fear, no love for which I yearn
Over the hills lies a nuclear desert
I go there to feel a transcendental pleasure
Rotting burger joints are like buried treasure
Their emotional value cannot be measured
Flying down the open road, covering lots of ground
Back in the city the people are cold, media babies abound
Now I am ready to do what I'm told, but my father's no longer around
Surrogate elders whose secrets unfold, my guts tie in knots at the sound
Over the hills lies a nuclear desert
I go there to feel a transcendental pleasure
Rotting burger joints are like buried treasure
Their emotional value cannot be measured
Hammering down the open road, much more pavement to pound
Got to figure out which way to go before I head back to town
Easter California ocean plateau, no one for miles around
Parched white cross where the wind always blows at it's foot lies a body sized mound
Over the hills lies a nuclear desert
I go there to feel a transcendental pleasure
Rotting burger joints are like buried treasure
Their emotional value cannot be measured
Superficial test patterns living a lie see me as being a clown
People who matter are dropping like flies, the bastards are grinding them down
Now I realize that nobody knows, the answers will never be found
Back to the junkyard of smog-eating souls in beautiful tinsel town
Over the hills lies a nuclear desert
I go there to feel a transcendental pleasure
Rotting burger joints are like buried treasure
Their emotional value cannot be measured
Ass, Gas or Grass, No one rides for free