Route 66 (Fear and Loathing)

I'll be..

Wasting my time at the laundromat in Barstow

Trying to steal a suit and only find a knickerbockers

Losing my mind in the alley by the army barracks

Trying to salute and never getting it right

Route 66 has a noose around its neck

The mother of America, its child is sick in the head

Old elephants wander on their own to die

Old Americans drive big cars in the desert

And I'll be..

Digging up bones in the gravel by the box store

Watching all the semi-trucks park a parade

Carrying cargo to nowhere in particular

Waiting for the lizards while they idle in the shade

Route 66 has a noose around its neck

The mother of America, its child is sick in the head

Old elephants wander on their own to die

Old Americans drive big cars in the desert

And I'll be..

Munching on cardboard, hiding in the parking lot

Living like a Pitbull, licking up the asphalt

Putting my thumb up, getting it turned down

I'll never make it out this town

Laughing with the biker gang run by the old man

He's seen all the sickness growing

Over that hill I heard there's a better day

He says it's just fear and loathing

And Route 66 has a noose around its neck

The mother of America, its child is sick in the head

Old elephants wander on their own to die

Old Americans drive big cars in the desert.