...and the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need
...and with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover wanderer Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will
But Ill take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And Ill redefine anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home
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cut my wrist on a bad thought
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Well if you ever plan to motor west
Travel my way, take the highway
that's the best
Get your kicks on Route 66
Well it winds from Chicago to LA
More than two thousand miles all the way
Get your kicks on Route 66
Well it goes to St. Louis, down to Missouri
Oklahoma City looks so, so pretty You'll see
Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Wynonna
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino
Won't you get hip
to this kind of trip
And go take that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66
Well it goes to St. Louis, down to Missouri
Oklahoma City looks so, so pretty You'll see
Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Wynonna
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino
If you get hip to this kind of trip
And go take that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66
Get your kicks on Route 66
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Turn on, I see red
Adrenaline crash and crack my head
Nitro junkie, paint me dead
And I see red
One hundred plus through black and white
War horse, warhead Fu** 'em, man, white-knuckle tight
Through black and white
Turn on beyond the bone
Swallow future, spit out home
Burn your face upon the chrome
Take the corner, join the crash,
Headlights, head on,
headlines
Another junkie lives too fast
Lives way too fast
On I burn Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose and clean
And on I burn Churning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
Gimme fuel, gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
On I burn
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