King of the Road

At a truckstop near Nitro, smell meth in the air

Old lot lizard backdrop all signs to beware

Up ahead on the highway, pitch black from the trees

Too late to go back now, I think I got the disease

Preacher man on the radio sayin’ he can give me God

But I’m flat broke and he’s a fraud

Split lip I’m a high toned son of a bitch

King of the Road, Mr. Adam Joad

Get hip I’m a high toned son of a bitch

Through all these years, we’re still standing here

He got his number unlisted and you know I bled

Well fires are burning dark thoughts are in my head

Got stitches but I’m swinging and you never can tell

But I was thinking to myself, this is hell

Split lip I’m a high toned son of a bitch

King of the Road, Mr. Adam Joad

Get hip I’m a high toned son of a bitch

Through all these years, we’re still standing here

So I called up that preacher and said, please bring me my wine

He said we ain’t had no Mad Dog 20/20 since 1999

And all along the parking lot, there’s still beggars and thieves

I don’t know but the scene is set, lights, camera, action, Freeze

Cockroaches scurry all across the floor

I’m trapped but no one I know, has locked the door

Analog tubes are buzzing, Russia’s got the fix

All I know is I got no worries and Kyuss is bigger than Kix.

Split lip I’m a high toned son of a bitch

King of the Road, Mr. Adam Joad

Get hip I’m a high toned son of a bitch

Through all these years, we’re still standing here