Follow me, don't follow me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
Collar me, don't collar me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
We are agents of the free
I've had my fun and now its time to
Serve your conscience overseas (over me, not over me)
Coming in fast, over me


High on the roof,
thin the blood,
another one climbs on the waves tonight,
comin' in, you're home

We'd circle and we'd circle and we'd circle to stop
and consider and
centered on the pavement stacked up all the trucks
jacked up and
our wheels in slush and orange crush in pocket and all
this here county
hell any county it's just like heaven here and I was
remembering and I
was just in a different county and all then this
whirlybird that I
headed for I had my goggles pulled off I knew it all I
knew every back
road and every truck stop