Five guys take a ride
Drive a day and half a night
Get to see some pretty scenery
But if that's all there is to this
This band would split right down the seams
Southbound, static on the radio
We left town
But where we're goin' I don't know
Somewhere we're gonna play
another show
Quick get off and gas up at the Conoco

We're driving
We drive against the grain
Like postmen in the rain


Welcome to our big rock show
Wind us up and watch this puppy go
Hope you heard a single word we said
One little rock to rattle in your head


Hey kid, pit mosh
Please avoid the flashpot
Yeah, it's really funny 'til an eyebrow
gets singed off
Your mother's got nothing here to fear or dread
Our abrasive is gentle on a baby's skin head
Soundchecks
Don't forget the spandex
This mix is sounding like a bad train wreck
It takes some spit and grit and sweat
To give you more than you expect


We're driven
To give you what we know
Like postmen through the show


Got a cryptic coder
On the microphone
Find the secret message
Burried in our big rock sh