We were riding north to chicago on route 65

we'd played the first show on a tour of 45

limey Shawn and Bryan rode in the truck 16 miles away

me Shal Pete and Lamar thumbed down the ramp of exit 158

the smell of farm and diesel fuel it burned in the 3:00 sun

16 miles to the garage with a bottle of water and our thumbs.

Dead bottle caps buds and birds we passed

on the way who's gonna pick up 4 punks in indiana on sunday



here we go!

"the diagnosis wasn't good" is what Don the ford guy said.

Stuck in indiana for a week cuz the bus was dead.

24 hour white castle 25cent refills for a while we know

what to do with no money riding down the jewel

of the denial. Loaded with our sleeping bags we hitched a ride to town

we ran into some punky kids bought some beers

they showed us around under a bridge by the river

we got drunk and sang clash songs we were saved just

in time by the sonic iquana here we go