One For The Road - Thundermother

The air is trembling

Everyone’s sleeping in the back of the bus

Sun is rising

Rolling down the window, light a lucky strike, uh

And in my imagination

We get stopped by this lonely cop, yeah

He pull me down the ditch

Pull my hair, and the air is hot

I need one for the road

I need one for the road

Sweat is weeping down on my steering wheel

A pot of coffee boiling in the waste lands heat

And in my hallucination we pick up this hitch hiking boy

I throw him to the lions back seat

Making sound to the loud car stereo

I need one for the road

I need one for the road

I need one for the road

I need one for the road

I need one for the road

I need one for the road

I need one for the road

I need one for the road

I need one for the road

I need one for the road

I need one for the road

I need one for the road