I'd never seen any drive a beetle like you
Pushing the pedals in them military boots
Tequila and lime soaked afternoon
Flames licked our heels
The heart filled hum of last night's drunk
A lover's strangle hold on hope we bump
The motor back fires like a shooting gun
And we're peeled
We roll
The world down the back of our throats
Spit the drips out the window
We don't talk about the breakfast beers
The glass valentines that are littered everywhere
Or that we can taste dilution walking sipping cacti wine
To the Miller love lite thats shining through
Before the roaring 2020's flu
Zelda all I need is the whiskey and you
Dizzy and not confused
We roll
The world down the back of our throats
Spit the drips out the window
Scotty
Don't bother with the ending
It's not where we're heading
We roll
The world down the back of our throats
Spit the drops out the window