| Ask me which way to go
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| Ask me which sin to bear
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| I’ll tell you I don’t know
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| Our hearts are full of woe
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| Our heads are full of trash
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| We’d better stop and get some gas
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| Peter’s getting kooky on Blatz
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| And we’re trapped like rats in Myers Flat
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| We never stop to rationalize
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| We just get in the car
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| If we don’t blow this fucking taqueria
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| Then we won’t get very far
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| I thought I’d left my troubles home
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| But my hand got caught in the door
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| This highway isn’t so predictable
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| Well, it just changes and it changes and it changes some more
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| My eyes are made of glass
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| We’d better stop and get some gas
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| Godot said he’d be back in a flash
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| And we’re just trapped like rats in Myers Flat
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| Did Brigham already pass us
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| Or is he slow as molasses?
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| They left me here, I’m all alone
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| Now the population’s 101
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| You know I haven’t slept in days
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| But I’ve never felt this giddy before
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| I’ll finish off another wounded soldier
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| And I’ll pass out on the floor
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| It would help if I could talk
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| But for now all I can do is just sing
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| I’m sorry if I left you out in the rain
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| Do I miss you? |
| Yeah, I missed you because I didn’t swing
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| My head is full of trash
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| We’d better stop and get some gas
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| Put in a tape by The Clash
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| And we’re trapped like rats in Myers Flat
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| This homesickness is killing me
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| Caught up in this sad song reverie
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| I know it’s no use fighting time
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| Don’t want to leave this road behind |