Doing seventy on the freeway
Smoke coming out the hood
Toll man says it's ninety
I bargain him down to eighty
'Cause I can't even dance for my money
No, they won't give me cash
I'm breaking my back for my money
Dollar bills piling up on the dash
So I dash across the street to the only thing that's open
I need something to eat, thank God for the Chevron
I need something for me, I've been working so long
Need something for me (need something for me)
Dash across the street to the only thing that's open
I need something to eat, thank God for the Chevron
I need something for me, I've been working so long
(I've been working so long)
I keep posting photos back home
And I feel bad 'cause it's a bag, I know it
They know it, do I show it?
What am I doing, why am I here?
What am I doing, why am I here?
I can't even dance for my money
No, they won't give me cash
So I'm selling my gear for my money
Best synth I ever had
I dash across the street to the only thing that's open
I need something to eat, thank God for the Chevron
I just keep calling, no coverage in the canyon
(Where am I going? why am I here?)
(Where am I going? why am I here?)
Dash across the street to the only thing that's open
I need something to eat, man, I miss my pension
I need something for me, I've been working so long
(I've been working so long, I've been working so long)
Need something for me
Need something for me
Need something for me
Need something for me
Thank God, thank God
(Need something for me)
Oh man, oh man
Thank God, thank God
Oh man, oh man