ship of fools
there’s no captain on this sinking ship of fools. we’ve abandoned all our hopes and every rule. not even a god above can save us, nor the fear of fire can tame us. mutany on this sinking ship of fools. through hell or high water we stay on course. full speed ahead we fire with no remorse. batton down the hatches, all hands on deck, if i go you go we’re all goin down. we lost control before we ever left the land, with beer, rum, whiskey and with no one in command. through hell or high water we stay on course. full speed ahead we fire with no remorse. batton down the hatches, all hands on deck, if i go you go we’re all goin down. where we’re goin we might not survive. so cups in the air we’re not makin’ it back alive. there’s no captain on this sinking ship of fools.
american speedway
we created a monster that will never be slowed down. we burn the bridges as we leave for another town. from the east coast to the west coast to our graves, throw down the hammer on the american speedway. we repent our sins with blood and booze, we don’t owe you nuthin, we got nuthin to lose. there’s nowhere to go, there’s no way out. like an eighteen wheeler comin out hells mouth. forged from steel, fists in the air. better look out behind you cause we’re everywhere. just one more pill, just one more line, just one more cup, and i’m doin fine. we created a monster that will never be slowed down. we burn the bridges as we leave for another town. from the east coast to the west coast to our graves, throw down the hammer on the american speedway. we repent our sins with blood and booze.
one foot in, one foot out
well i’m just like any other man try and live my life the best way i can but something seems to veer me off that road. calm collective is not the place for me i see the problem right in front of me, i’m about two beers from punchin’ your teeth down your throat. well i got no places but places to go i dont need no nuthin but the open road and i can’t even remember my last meal. gave the devil my soul but he gave it back, said, “i got no use for a man like that, with the nerves of steve mcqueen and a heart of steel. i’m speedin and i’m jumpin and i’m screamin like a runaway train. just tryin to keep my one foot out of the grave. i’ve worked all of my life it seems with no benefit to me and all i have is holes in my pockets. forklifts, freight trains, steel mills all for the sakes of payin bills and lining the padded cushion of the fat man’s wallet. well work is work and fair is fair and i aint seen the latter here so i guess my time here is spent. lay it down west ahead looks like i just learned again that there’s not much difference in punchin clocks than punchin men. i’m speedin and i’m jumpin and i’m screamin like a runaway train. just tryin to keep my one foot out of the grave.
far behind
this is where we’re startin out this is where we come alive. fire breathin rock machine and you got no place to hide. barrelin down the road leavin non-believers in our wake. two thousand pounds of steel and a deathwish that’s way to late. i just slam down the throttle, to leave the world far behind. i just slam down the bottle to ease the pain in my mind. we’ve all got crosses to bear but mines more of an axe to grind. i just slam down the throttle one more time. pretty baby can’t you see that i can’t sit still? and i aint comin back until i had my fill of excitement. leaving me so short on my breath. i’ve been chased for so long just trying to outrun death. i just slam down the throttle, to leave the world far behind. i just slam down the bottle to ease the pain in my mind. we’ve all got crosses to bear but mines more of an axe to grind. i just slam down the throttle one more time. flyin down the road nowhere bound. the smoke pours out the windows like the devils come above ground. i jam it into fifth gear and the stars go streaking past my eyes. the only thing i’m sure of is that i might not make it back alive. i just slam down the throttle, to leave the world far behind. i just slam down the bottle to ease the pain in my mind. we’ve all got crosses to bear but mines more of an axe to grind. i just slam down the throttle one more time. this is where we’re startin out this is where we come alive. sanity just leaves me when i kick it into overdrive. livin for the moment i aint even got a second to waste. the speed im goin now is gonna end me up in outer space. i just slam down the throttle, to leave the world far behind. i just slam down the bottle to ease the pain in my mind. we’ve all got crosses to bear but mines more of an axe to grind. i just slam down the throttle one more time.
drinkin’ and drivin’
i got a disease and there aint no cure. i’m throwin up blood on the bathroom floor. night drivin drunk with no lights on leavin tire marks in your front lawn. by the time that the cops get here i’ll be long gone. no lookin back no yesterday no tomorrow. and the time that i have it is all borrowed. one eyes drivin the others in the back of my mind. blow through another red light leave another county line behind. for everything that’s in my life there’s a coinciding scar. for everything that i’ve done right there’s a thousand under par. for all the rights that i have wronged and for the nights that i never came home i’m writing this long i dont care in one simple fucking song. no lookin back no yesterday no tomorrow. and the time that i have it is all borrowed. one eyes drivin the others in the back of my mind. blow through another red light leave another county line behind.
cocaine
break out that razor blade we’re gonna have some fun tonight. don’t preach to me i dont give a fuck, hey it smells like 20 bucks. who’s got the cocaine? i’ve got the cocaine. feelin time runnin out, i’m feelin my heart pound. my bodies numb from my teeth down to my toes. this is our rally cry, we aint to young to die but before we venture on theres one thing you need to know. been down that line before picked my ass up off the floor. baby i can get you some it smells so good it smells like fun. who’s got the cocaine? i’ve got the cocaine. don’t tell me that you love me, you’re always thinking of me. you just want the drugs. who’s got the cocaine? i’ve got the cocaine.
don’t tread on me
another brother dead today another mother cries. price for freedom paid in blood and tears from swollen eyes. not thinkin about tomorrow just tryin to make it through todays night. how much shit do you let pile up before choosing when to fight? we’re standing strong all guns fire no backing down. we play for keeps we fight to win there’s no way out. bloody hands heavy hearts still we fight though adversity standing strong for what is right. dont tread on me. one mans work is never done while anothers doin wrong. fall asleep to bombs and shells and machine gun fire songs. lay your head down on your cot for another sleepless night. how much shit do you let pile up before choosing when to fight? we’re standing strong all guns fire no backing down. we play for keeps we fight to win there’s no way out. bloody hands heavy hearts still we fight though adversity standing strong for what is right. dont tread on me.
make some noise
we’re here to make some noise, we’ll tear it up from the inside out. we’re rippin rafters down, if there were problems now there aint no doubts. we get what we want and we take what we need. we’re in your veins like an infectious disease. we’re blowin out doors and kickin in teeth. we’re makin babies cry and neighbors call the police. we’re gonna crank it up past eleven, shattered windows broken hearts. lock up your doors and lock up your daughters cause this is where the trouble starts. T Rex in the tape deck empty bottles all around. i aint been to bed since 3 days ago, no way we’re fuckin turning down. the girls are lookin so good, with little dresses and crooked smiles. another round will do, because its lookin to get pretty wild. with beer to my left and scotch to my right, it’s a tightrope walkin between fuckin and fighting. so pull up a stool and strap in for the night, by the looks of things it’s gonna be a bumpy ride. we’re gonna crank it up past eleven, shattered windows broken hearts. lock up your doors and lock up your daughters cause this is where the trouble starts. T Rex in the tape deck empty bottles all around. i aint been to bed since 3 days ago, no way we’re fuckin turning down.
no control
i need a quick fix, i need some action before the night is done. i need a cigarette and after that i need another one. i need a salty girl with a truckers mouth and the devils mind. i need a drink right now and the whiskeys tastin mighty fine. no control. i sold my soul to the night. dont need no excuse, i aint had one since the day i was born. don’t need a short fuse, cause i don’t even think i have one. don’t need your tellin me your lessons learned your sympathies. don’t need your riot act get off my back with all of that. no control. i sold my soul to the night. i need a quick fix, i need some action before the night is done. i need a cigarette and after that i need another one. i need a salty girl with a truckers mouth and the devils mind. i need a drink right now and the whiskeys tastin mighty fine. no control. i sold my soul to the night.
same old, same old
my knuckles white, my nose is drippin wet with blood. what’s one more fight when you’re fightin for what’s good. you’re talkin shit you’re runnin lips you’re writing checks your ass can’t cash. you’d think you’d learn your lesson by now. but it’s the same story same lies same old bull shit as before. it’s the wrong road you walk down with my fist to greet you at the door. all fired up. my temples about to burst with rage. just one more cup to get it pumpin through my veins. now your backs against the wall and they’re callin out last call you’re one option short of fight or flight. but it’s the same story same lies same old bull shit as before. it’s the wrong road you walk down with my fist to greet you at the door. all fired up. my temples about to burst with rage. just one more cup to get it pumpin through my veins. now your backs against the wall and they’re callin out last call you’re one option short of fight or flight. but it’s the same story same lies same old bull shit as before. it’s the wrong road you walk down with my fist to greet you at the door.
