Out on the highway I’m doin it my way
handing out money of flies making honey
zig-zag patients vibrating the ancients
legions of plenty, the pigs on the levee
let’s don’t be like everyone else
with the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
big black drums beat in the night
running away—that’s what I like
breezes are turning, village is burning
convalescents open the presents
wandering children ready and willing
beggars and light-weights hard as the highway
let’s don’t be like everyone else
with the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
big black drums beat in the night
running away—that’s what I like
abandoned coal mines, we’ll have a good time
sunstroke rivals recycling bibles
let’s don’t be like everyone else
with the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
big black drums beat in the night
running away—that’s what I like