Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers - Empty Highway lyrics

Alcohol T H C We're packin' heavy Be all you can be Brown bag of $20s .45 ACP Head full of Jupiter As we drive into the sun And all the good we thought we did has come undone In the end I find I'm back where I'd begun On an empty highway with a loaded gun Short on sympathy High on velocity Damn the inertia Sticks and stones My broken thrones Runnin' on envy If the Hell I'm supposed to pay is coming due I will write the Devil another IOU