To Winnapeg, Saskatoon
Utah WaWa, empty rooms.
Hiding bags, rollin' smokes,
skipping punchlines, cracking jokes.
So pour it on, toss it back,
play that cocaine, play that shack.
Sleeping every now and then,
curled up tight with Crit and Ben,
on the ground...
I ain't never going home again...
I was tugging at my mama's breast,
the first year really is the dead end.
Blood pushers, dropping down,
we ditched the pot and we marked the ground.
Any of them watching right, check that dude,
he almost died...
Seeing bears, sending clowns,
shut our whole damned circus down.
Crappin up in Jolliette,
we haven't wrecked the trailer yet,
but we will...
We're gonna get killed...
Don't ride that horse,
don't ride that horse, honey.
Don't ride that horse back home.
Just let it roam...
Let it roam....