On The Road

Smell smoke, perfume, whisky and wine And I'll drink down, oh I'm even blind Before the flesh starts to wrinkle my brain I love the way the ghosts call my name

Hit a brick street 'til we pull up too A massive of thoughts have cleared into few My hand is pulled right straight through the crowd Haha, well I'll tell you now

Baby I'll be on the road Honey, I ain't coming home Honey, I ain't coming home I'm gonna be on the road Honey, I ain't coming home Baby, don't call my phone Ain't come home Ain't come home I'm gonna be on the road

I'll never leave morning, I'm feeling bad This two piece chain is driving me mad Pick up my bag went straight for the door Forgot to get the girl on the floor

Laughing cross the sign to rain The formal motive filled with a grain Stoy and George go rough through the car Ha ha, we love going far

Baby I'll be on the road Honey, I ain't coming home Honey, I ain't coming home I'm gonna be on the road Honey, I ain't coming home Baby, don't call my phone Ain't come home Ain't come home

I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road

I'm gonna be on the road Honey, I ain't coming home Baby, don't call my phone Ain't come home Ain't come home