Out on the highway, I'm doing it my way
Zigzag patients vibrating the ancients
Handing out money, the fly's making honey
Beaches a-plenty, the pig's on the levee
Let's not be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the halfway house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away, that's what I like
Seasons are turning, villages burning
Convalescents open the presents
Wandering children, ready and willin'
Beggars and lightweights harness the highway
Let's not be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the halfway house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away, that's what I like
Abandoned coalmine, we'll have a good time
Red tape rivals recycling bibles
Let's not be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the halfway house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away, that's what I like
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