Exit Letra

pack your best shirt and your favorite pair of shoes you're going somewhere new, where noone knows that you're not cool it's time for a road trip and you guessed it... destination black top, truck stop, pit stop for a soda pop cigarettes and ephedrine, the diet of a champion drive straight through using premium fuel no one knows that you're not cool taking baths in a roadside motel pool the next exit... you know that it's not wrong if you decide to stay there you know there's nothing wrong with the wind in your hair