A bottle in the weeds along the road A plastic remnant of the American game: If you drink this fizzy and smoke a toad You’ll get the car, the house, the girl, the fame
Nahhh
Another forty-something without a job Just self-pitying songs on the radio Stealing someone’s gas, another sucker to rob Bumming money from Mom for no place to go
They didn’t believe in you, but you got ‘em showed - Yeah, dude, you built a career along this road