Paroles de Truckers Atlas

Im going to colorado To unload my head Im going to new york city And thats in new york,friends Im going to arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and red And we bled And the writing in stall said We write our maps in the stalls Im going up to alaska Im going to get off scot-fucking-free And we all did This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways dont know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone I dont feel and it feels great I sold my atlas by the freight stairs I do lines and I crossed roads I crossed the lines of all the great state roads Im going up Going over to montana You got yourself a truckers atlas You knew you were all hot, well Maybe youll go and blow a gasket Start at the northwest corner Go down through california Beeline you might drive three days And three nights to the tip of florida Do you speak the lingo? Oh no. no no How far does your road? Oh no, you dont know Im going to colorado To unload my head Im going to new york city And thats in new york, friends Im going up to alaska Im going to get off scot-fucking-free And we all did And the writing in the salt syas We ride on out to the stars Im going to arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and red