Lonely Bong Testo

Hold up, wait up, I got a weird a question
Trying to understand one of life's strange lessons
Waves crash and things 'cause rocks to roll, that I know
But more intense than magnetic fields or a thousand shocks of an electric eel
What in my blood must be set free, release me

Like a rooster crows at the morning sun
Hawks must fly, road dogs must run

Hold up, look out, I got a weird theory Newspaper clippings and a TV mini series
Crack pots and armchair thoughts aside, let's ride
There's evidence that it's in my soul and the taste I've had has lit it up like coal
For all I know is that it's gone from bad to worse, in reverse

Like a rooster crows at the morning sun
Hawks must fly, road dogs must run
Every night, like moon kill sun
Wolves must cry, road dogs must run

Take me back to that night in Red Deer
Melting faces in Milton Keans
Rock sound in Barcelona
Shooting fireworks in Aberdeen

Always follow your gut, don't worry about the plan
You roll with the punches, laugh about it in the end
6 a.m. earthquake in Japan
That time we got vibe out of Iceland
Love the best but enjoy the worst This road dog life is a blessing, not a curse

Hold up, watch out, I got a willing to listen to these words from a local necromancer

Like a rooster crows at the morning sun
Hawks must fly, road dogs must run
Every night, like moon kill sun
Wolves must cry, road dogs were born
Born to run

Like a lonely bong missing his buds