Pickup Truck from IV by John Ralston
Tracklist
7. | Pickup Truck | 3:17 |
Lyrics
I smashed my head (and you smashed your teeth)
On the roof of your truck (on the steering wheel)
It didn't look good. Yeah, we fucked it all up.
Sitting like stones in your pickup truck.
Called Doug's phone. Said he'd head right out.
We pushed it off the road - you and your bleeding mouth.
We didn't get caught. Call it stupid luck.
Waiting for a ride in your pickup truck.
Now is never then.
Now is never then.