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Say Kenworth to me. Go ahead and try it. Say big, blue K-wopper. Get your face smash in. Say 13 gears on that big motherfucker. 53 foot trailer - back that sucker in. Say W-900 to me. Go right on and try it. Say air-ride seats. I’ll flatten you right now. Say 550 horsepower –– impressive isn’t it? 18 wheels, off they carry him. Say goodbye honey. Go on down the road now. Say see you soon lover. Turn around, drown in tears. Say godspeed baby. He has got to go now. Say speed on down the highway. Rip my heart right out. |
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Heavy boots crusted with shit and pavement- Levis drenched with what the toilet should have caught- Head resting on the piss covered seat- Watching blood trickle from nose to lips to Chin. Lifted from that spinning floor- Room where Roger lay dead next to me. Others, they offered Southern Comfort as a solace- Another hit, a fix, it all disappeared. I didn’t see the trash bag they dumped him in, Or hear the thump when his body hit the dumpster- I didn’t even see his last breath flutter from him- I held the needle. |
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Two chicks in a red Chevy Silverado 454 Wearing heavy Harley leather and Big, black combat boots Suck down a fifth of So-co, and Bitching about the 8 of 24 Bud lights Left in the case behind the seat, Shift into 4 wd and Tear ass down the two-track. Two chicks in a white Chrysler Lebaron Wearing heavy Harley leather and Big, black combat boots Flaunt their Big-breasted- Tiny-waisted- Round bootied- Gender standard by Pulling up at a stop light and Exchanging numbers with two cute guys. Two chicks in a black Ford Bronco Wearing heavy Harley leather and Big, black combat boots Go 110 down M-37 Hanging out the windows by their knees while The stereo pounds out Metallica. Two chicks in a blue Pontiac 6000 Wearing heavy Harley leather and Big, black combat boots Drink 3 pitchers of Mai Tais and Smoke a joint after Their AA meeting. Two chicks in a silver Honda CRX Wearing heavy Harley leather and Big, black combat boots Cling to one another After finding their friend in his basement with his head blown off. |
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It’s so hot, man- Heat glowing a watery mirage off the pavement- Freedom, That’s what it’s about. That freedom is flaming- Licking at those family ties, Like a starving bitch licks a bone- Like that blue Kenworth, Pounding out its freedom in the rearview mirror. The yellow line pours it out- Snatches it back on its Sickening yo-yo timing. Crossing every line, State to state- County to county- Woman to woman- Racking up those points. It’s only twenty bucks for head at a truck stop. |