They say the life is like a long and racked road Well, I've been falling asleep at the wheel My nine to five has got me long, I'm feeling old It's time to live for the things that are real
So wake up and shake it, turn the car around Feel that, just take off and go out of this town
Has anybody got a one way ticket To brand new life, leave it all behind Put the battle to the metal Time for living like it's all day night on the road tonight
Find a little bit of love, find a little bit of truth Getting crooked at a backyard barbecue Find a little bit of peace and a little bit of you And put a bullet in all these booze You're going to shoot shoot
I go to work, I pay my bills, I buy my time Maybe it's time that I do something for myself I mow the grass, take out the trash, it's never done I'm not doing it all for my help
I'm ready, I'm spreading, turn on the radio It's a good night, with all that So crank it up and here we go
Has anybody got a one way ticket To brand new life, leave it all behind Put the battle to the metal Time for living like it's all day night on the road tonight
Find a little bit of love, find a little bit of truth Getting crooked at a backyard barbecue Find a little bit of peace and a little bit of you
And put a bullet in all these booze You're going to shoot
Won't god damn won't you give me something of that do you think Singing “shoot” Well, god damn won't you give me something of that do you think Singing “shoot” Well, god damn, won't you give me something of that do you think Singing “shoot” Well, god damn, won't you give me something of that do you think
Has anybody got a one way ticket To brand new life, leave it all behind? Put the battle to the metal Time for living like it's all day night on the road tonight
Has anybody got a one way ticket To brand new life, leave it all behind Put the battle to the metal Time for living like it's all day night on the road tonight
Find a little bit of love, find a little bit of truth Getting crooked at a backyard barbecue Find a little bit of peace and a little bit of you And put a bullet in all these booze You're going to shoot
Well, god damn, won't you give me something of that do you think Singing “shoot” Well, god damn, won't you give me something of that do you think Singing “shoot” Well, god damn, won't you give me something of that do you think Singing “shoot” Well, god damn, won't you give me something of that do you think