Compositor: Adam Levin / Casey Harris / Russ Flynn / Sam Nelson
Oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
They built a mall on iroquois burial ground
There's nothing sacred in this Godforsaken town
We drive past maccormick prison out on 79
Getting high
Just you and I
Two young hooligans
Best friends on a suicide mission
Too young to pretend
There's anything better
And I said
Oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
With you right beside me
Lost his job last week bagging groceries at the P&C
They caught him stealing ribeyes, high on percs and ocs
We all laughed when we saw his pants were stained with blood
It's a tough break
When you play for high stakes
Two young hooligans
Best friends on a suicide mission
Too young to pretend
There's anything better
And I said
Oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
Oh (oh), roll one up in the backseat
We can go (go), go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke (smoke), smoke on the highway (on the highway)
With you right beside me
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Ooh