Crackerman - Stone Temple Pilots

Kickin’as I’m tryin’to sleep

I got the mud beaneath my shoes

Rubber band, rubberband

Gun in hand, gun in hand

I wanna use

Roamin', roamin', roam

Get away, gotta get away

And I think I think too much

I don’t care, yeah and I don’t care

Roamin', roamin', roam

Get away, gotta get away

And I think I think too much

Trippin’as I’m thinkin'

'Bout a boy, his name was Sue

He’s a man, he’s man

Crackerman, crackerman

He’s a woman too

Roamin', roamin', roam

Get away, gotta get away

And I think I think too much

I don’t care, yeah and I don’t care

Roamin', roamin', roam

Get away, gotta get away

And I think I think too much

And I’m thinkin'

While I’m thinkin'

And I’m thinkin'

While I’m thinkin'

Roamin', roamin', roam

Get away, gotta get away

And I think I think too much

I don’t care, yeah and I don’t care

Roamin', roamin', roam

Get away, gotta get away

And I think I think too much

And I’m thinkin'

While I’m thinkin'

And I’m thinkin'

While I’m thinkin'