Dump truck, rattling down the road
Ain't it something, how the way things go?
Stay put a little while, rest a little while
You're not washed up
You're not washed up
If crybabies want to ride
If wisenheimers want to ride
Whoever wants to ride
That's just fine
The hinges on my lunchbox
Sigh as if to say
We'll all be gone one day, we'll up and rust away
You're not washed up
You're not washed up
Don't matter if we get there
Don't matter where we go
We can haul some gravel and snow
If dead swings want to ride
If pea brains want to ride
Whoever wants to ride
That's just fine
That's just fine
Now I know
I don't know
Now I know
I don't know
Now I know
I don't know