Oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
They built a mall on Iroquois burial ground
There's nothing sacred in this God-forsaken town
We drive past MacCormick Prison out on 79
Getting high
Just you and I
Two young hooligans
Best friends on a suicide mission
Too young to pretend
There's anything better
And I said
"Oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town"
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
With you right beside me
Lost his job last week bagging groceries at the P&C
They caught him stealing ribeyes, high on percs and OCs
We all laughed when we saw his pants were stained with blood
It's a tough break
When you play for high stakes
Two young hooligans
Best friends on a suicide mission
Too young to pretend
There's anything better
And I said
"Oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town"
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
Oh (Oh), roll one up in the backseat
We can go (Go), go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke (Smoke), smoke on the highway (On the highway)
With you right beside me
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Ooh
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