| Follow me, don't follow me |
| I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush |
| Collar me, don't collar me |
| I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush |
| We are agents of the free |
| I've had my fun and now its time to |
| Serve your conscience overseas |
| (over me, not over me) |
| Coming in fast, over me |
|
| High on the roof, |
| Thin the blood, |
| Another one on the waves tonight, |
| Comin' in, you're home |
|
| We'd circle and we'd circle |
| and we'd circle to stop and consider |
| and centered on the pavement |
| stacked up all the trucks |
| jacked up and our wheels in slush and orange crush |
| in pocket and all this here country |
| Hell any country it's just like heaven here |
| And I was remembering |
| And I was just in a different country |
| And all then this whirlybird |
| That I headed for I had my goggles |
| pulled off I knew it all |
| I knew every back road and every truck stop |
|
| Follow me, don't follow me |
| I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush |
| Collar me, don't collar me |
| I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush |
| We are agents of the free |
| I've had my fun and now its time to |
| Serve your conscience overseas |
| (over me, not over me) |
| Coming in fast, over me |
|
| High on the roof, |
| Thin the blood, |
| Another one on the waves tonight, |
| Comin' in, you're home |