25,000

18 miles road workers wanna slow us down

The AM radio static and that old funk sound

is playing. Pull up in this po-dunk town

So now it's either eat McDonald's or don't eat a meal til tomorrow

Countin yellow lines as we're skirtin past cops

And the damn van smells like dirty ass socks

Haven't talked to my girl on the phone since the weekend

It's Wednesday today, so I know that she's cheatin.

Female fans in the Simpleway(?) flatter me

Cause all I'm really stackin is a kitchen-aid salary

And I could use some triple A batteries

My discman is dead, the loneliness haunts me, it lives in my head

I don't wanna act that 'vay'

So I try to take a nap backstage

And get the rest that I have not found yet

But right when I get comfortable they say that it's time to do soundcheck (Shit!)

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I got 25,000 miles to go, before my system is back on cruise control

Count those yellow lines! (So let's ride.)

Count those yellow lines!

I gotta be on stage in 25 minutes

But my girlfriend calls and says 'we need to visit'

Man her voice just switched tones, she wants to break up but we can talk about it when I get home (click, gone)

I'm on the verge of tears, my life is a mess

I gotta try to suppress the nervous fear, it's like I'm possessed to persevere

But man underneath the scenery, something keeps punching me repeatedly

And everybody knew from the lit up stage

I was trying to entertain with the wave of my pent-up rage

I had my dj drop the needle

But I felt like Don Flamingo, heartbroken

And I could not hide it, it hurts to acknowledge it,

But I was such a jerk to the audience

I didn't even make the attempt to connect with the fans

I just went outside, drunk, and slept in the van

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The next day I'm on the way to Baltimore

But what the hell is my big sister callin for?

I answered, she told me she was calling to tell me

To come home quick cause momma's not healthy

Great, me and old girl failed each other

Now I gotta go home to an ailing mother

But first I gotta do like 30 more shoes

This is my life on the God-damn-road

[chorus]