WE CAN LIGHT THE FUSE AND RUN
We woke up under the gun
And if you'd seen half the sh** I've seen
In this dead, dead ghost town
You wouldn't hesitate
To burn these bridges down
This will be the farthest
West we've come
And I wonder what
The f** we're on
And tomorrow we'll wonder
What the f** we've done
We headed straight
On Highway fifty-eight
To Barstow
Only halfway across the desert
Before they know
When it's done
And we ride into the sun
They'll know exactly
What the f** we've done
This is the farthest
West we've come
By now they know just
What went on
And I saw
And I saw
What the f** we're on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We've marked our f**in' ground
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We own your ghost town
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We've marked our f**in' ground
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We own this ghost town
I've got a secret
And this is a callout
And it's in the water
And it's in the air
I've got a secret
And this is a callout
And it's in the water
And it's in the air