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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casey Kuznieski
Songwriter
Ethan Lee Sadler
Songwriter
Letras
Hillbilly back roads
Lights out, heavy load
Sheriff hardly ever showed
To take a cut of what I'm owed
We were running moonshine
Over 'cross the county lines
Trying to make our deadline
And running behind
Oh yeah, alright, you gonna give it away
Chasing bottles out across the ol' pine boards
Stop my head from spinning I was looking for more
Slinking out the back door
Making me sore, so if you'd
Give me a taste before I'm out on the floor
Oh yeah, alright
I tend to get risky when I'm on the loose
I make a living running from the Red and Blues
Don't call me crazy, we don't need an excuse
I say hey paranoia, hey paranoia
Boy, you better move if you want to be saved
I only ever aim to misbehave
Wash me in the river of the mess we made
I say hey paranoia, hey paranoia
I can see the blacktop a turning red
Looking like we might find a stop ahead
Panic starts to spread
I don't want to wind up dead
So open up the throttle
Let the tires shred
Oh yeah, alright
I tend to get risky when I'm on the loose
I make a living running from the Red and Blues
Don't call me crazy, we don't need an excuse
I say hey, paranoia, hey paranoia
Boy you better move if you want to be saved
But I only ever aim to misbehave
Wash me in the river of the mess we made
I say hey, paranoia, hey paranoia
The allure of amphetamines
Mixed up in your nervous scene
Empty dreams with benzaprine
What is it you're telling me?
Well, I felt a lot of lesser than
Living out of trash cans
Pulse is like a trip hammer
Boy you better mind your manners
What's up in that suitcase?
What's up in that suitcase?
What's up in that suitcase?
What's up in that suitcase?
Writer(s): Casey Kuznieski
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