One day this will be all of yours 
But until then you must earn your keep
This ride ain't so moving
And neither are our moods
Breath the fumes, each one tells a story
Just pull it over
Im sure this is 
One of many breakdowns tonight

With grace the hood
Is popped without hesitation
If you need me
The man with the flashlight
We both know
You're the brains of this outfit
and if a hooker passes by
Shell be eaten alive

Your blistered smile
Follows us for many miles
Go ahead and try to burn us down
We Keep chugging through all towns

And we will stop only 
To collect our thoughts 
And regroup
Read each other's eyes
And keep trucking on

The north is south
And its going down tonight
Nobody's screaming
But we'll make it out alright

My throat is dry
Our rums being spilled
And I'm sure as hell 
Not looking back tonight