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 show