Truckers Atlas

I'm going to Colorado

To unload my head

I'm going to New York City

And that's in New York, friends

I'm going to Arizona

Sex on the rocks all warm and red

And we all bled

I'm going up to Alaska

I'm gonna get off scot-fucking-free

And we all did



his trucker's atlas roads the ways

The freeways and highways don't know

The buzz from the bird on my dash



I don't feel and it feels great

I sold my atlas by the freight stairs

I did lines and I crossed roads

I crossed the lines of all the great state roads

I'm going up

over to Montana

You got yourself a trucker's atlas

You knew you were all hot

Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket

Start at the northwest corner

Go down through California

Beeline, you might drive three days

And three nights to the tip of Florida



I'm going to Colorado

To unload my head

I'm going to New York City

And that's in New York, friends

I'm going up to Alaska

Gonna get off scot-fucking-free

And we all did

I'm going up

Going over to Montana

You got yourself a trucker's atlas

You knew you were all hot, well

Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket

Start at the northwest corner

Go down through California

Beeline, you might drive three days

And three nights to the tip of Florida