I've been so many different places but I still ain't seen a thing

Ten thousand miles straight own these thin white dotted lines my eyes are starting to sting

We travel small town to big city to play our favourite dives

These are probably going to be the best days of our lives

So here we go back on the road again

And wish me well I've got no soul left to sell

Although we may not have very much to show for it now,

at least we'll have these stories to tell

Yeah we're definitely going to hell

We've been stranded in the desert even had a broken heater in the cold

We're always waiting for another night to fall

these driving days, they seem so long

Well these times ain't always easy and our money's running dry

These are probably going to be the best days of our lives

SO here's to far off places

here's to the dotted line

And here's to pretty faces

we leave so far behind

Good friends we won't forget and

This prison cell we drive....

Been on tour forever and this van it fucking smells!

We're definitely going to hell