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Ask me which way to goAsk me which sin to bearI'll tell you I don't knowOur hearts are full of woeOur heads are full of trashWe'd better stop and get some gasPeter's getting kooky on BlatzAnd we're trapped like rats in Myers FlatWe never stop to rationalizeWe just get in the carIf we don't blow this fucking taqueriaThen we won't get very farI thought I'd left my troubles homeBut my hand got caught in the doorThis highway isn't so predictableWell, it just changes and it changes and it changes some moreMy eyes are made of glassWe'd better stop and get some gasGodot said he'd be back in a flashAnd we're just trapped like rats in Myers FlatDid Brigham already pass usSongtexteOr is he slow as molasses?They left me here, I'm all aloneNow the population's 101You know I haven't slept in daysBut I've never felt this giddy beforeI'll finish off another wounded soldierAnd I'll pass out on the floorIt would help if I could talkBut for now all I can do is just singI'm sorry if I left you out in the rainDo I miss you? Yeah, I missed you because I didn't swingMy head is full of trashWe'd better stop and get some gasPut in a tape by The ClashAnd we're trapped like rats in Myers FlatThis homesickness is killing meCaught up in this sad song reverieI know it's no use fighting timeDon't want to leave this road behind Aus Songtexte Mania