I want to pull a Jack Kerouac
A car
A friend
And the open road
Now my mom will probably **** herself when I tell her this
But I want to go 80 across America
I want to drive with the wind sending chills down my spine
I want to go
I want to leave this **** hole of South Haven
I want to cruise coast to coast
Just stopping to urinate, defecate and get gas
Jamming to the Beatles, The Stones, and Cat Stevens the whole way
***** the AC we won't need that
No point with the top down
Collecting bugs in my mouth
And a smile on my face
Writing rigorously like a mad man with no money but the singles in my pocket
I want to break the sound barrier with a Volvo 240
Just me her
The wind
pavement
Sleeping at the ********* motels money can buy
Stomaching on spam and whatever's on sale
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
I want to pull a Jack Kerouac
A car
A friend
And the open road
Now my mom will probably **** herself when I tell her this
But I want to go 80 across America
I want to drive with the wind sending chills down my spine
I want to go
I want to leave this **** hole of South Haven
I want to cruise coast to coast
Just stopping to urinate, defecate and get gas
Jamming to the Beatles, The Stones, and Cat Stevens the whole way
***** the AC we won't need that
No point with the top down
Collecting bugs in my mouth
And a smile on my face
Writing rigorously like a mad man with no money but the singles in my pocket
I want to break the sound barrier with a Volvo 240
Just me her
The wind
pavement
Sleeping at the ********* motels money can buy
Stomaching on spam and whatever's on sale
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