lyrics
people are trucking like abuse to the interstate, but still they're trucking like the interstates were brand new, and the people in thier cars are looking like they're bored to death, but death by boredom has killed anyone I know yet. Fritos for bread, and Arizona Tea for wine, the highways are holy all the time. When I drive for awhile oh my legs get stiff, so just think how stiff the roads must get, and when I drive for awhile I forget how long I've been driving, so just think how timeless the roads must get. Fritos for bread, and Arizona Tea for wine, the highways are holy all the time.
credits
from
The Cutlass Ciera,
released 04 September 2010
Andrew Stuart - guitar
Ben Hartter - guitar, singing
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