Idaho

Thunderclouds have been making faces

My friends are on the front porch getting wasted

Freedom sits this side of the hill

Calling me back but I never will

We’ll hang low like they do it down in idaho

Don’t run, we roll, as we’re headed out to roady’s bowl

Some say that sleep’s for dreamers

We pack up our things and make our way to the theater

The suits, they dropped the ball again

We’ll pass the hat and make another plan

We’ll hang low like they do it down in idaho

Don’t run, we roll, as we’re calling up the radio

Suburban crimes of using words

We hear out in the distance our ghetto bird

Big brother’s got his eye on you

Walk a block and it’ll tell the truth

We’ll hang low like they do it down in idaho

Don’t run, we roll, as we’re headed out to roady’s bowl

Don’t run, we roll, as we’re calling up the radio

Don’t run, we roll, as they’re locking up another soul