Lyrics
Gas station roller dogs appear in my peripheral vision
Can we fuck the chinchilla and microwave the burrito
Can we vote against our better interests tonight
Gas station roller dogs appear in my peripheral vision
Pistol beats knife
Your money or your life
I'm not wrong you're not right tonight tonight
Can we eat 'em in secret
Can we piss off those people who look down their noses tonight tonight
Taking my mail-order bride on a joyride we won't see the morning light
We're not getting out alive
I'm kinda husky she's dwarf sized
These colors don't run so good tonight
Gas station roller dogs appear in my peripheral vision
We have nothing to fear
The messages are clear
The power of prayer says let's fuck it tonight