The Unknown: The Red Line

 

Somebody's Always Fucking With My Open Road

indianapolis beltway pome

another fucking truck man
i don't believe this shit
we're trucking at 40 fuck man
we can't get down around it
 
slow mo through the orange cones
i don't believe this shit
dragass through construction zones
who do they think they're dealing with
here in broke-down clown alley
pedestrians stand around oil drums
in a humdrum dumptruck graveyard gallery
stickass they twiddle their thumbs
 
traffic jam goddamn
we got a deadline to kill
spinning our wheel in bittersweet deals
sucking our gut up a hill
a grindstone and grist for the mill

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