
Date of issue: 16.03.2009
Song language: English
Crackhouse Bonanza |
I came on too strong but I shine on the bike |
A crackhouse bonanza you know what it’s like |
Pigs from the left and feds from the right |
Free as foam, I cruise through the night |
Slick, strong and stoned the journey is on |
All thoughts of that mess and cops they are gone |
Peak of all peaks, an ultimate ride |
Some kicks are good but this one’s bona fide |
CRACKHOUSE BONANZA IS LEFT BEHIND |
I’M ON THE ROAD WITH A FUCKED-UP MIND |
I rev up the engine, the stars are my guides |
Haven’t seen people for too many miles |
Forward to freedom or roll on to death |
Tijuana here I come, lay up the meth |
Gliding so perfect, I control the zone |
The roar in my head is setting the tone |
Crossing the border with shark-like eyes |
I’m out of fuel but it still feels nice |
CRACKHOUSE BONANZA IS LEFT BEHIND |
I’M ON THE ROAD WITH A FUCKED-UP MIND |
BIG TROUBLE IN THE HOUSE OF CRACK |
I’M ON THE ROAD AND I WON’T GO BACK |