Tourtasia

We pull up and we're fucked again

These roads are full of sin

And to find one so compassionate

Unless they've been on what we call a Tourtasia

It's what will make you into a drink hard to tank

Different towns but it's the same old places

Nothing is different it's just all the same

Broken down again but it’s nothing new

I can't wait to sleep in my own bed

By way of the van

We drive our own compassion

This is the end of the road

Turn around again

We missed another freeway exit

Sleep creeps on us all

Make thousands of u-turns

Face it we need another stop

Grasping for each other's throat

Instead take it out on the road

It was meant for this

We make all the cash we can

It's not as much as some

That's right, we make the best of it just to have fun

Even though we get screwed

I wouldn't trade this for anything

Fact is we love what we do

Even sometimes we feel

Treads from the stampede over head

Tourtasia footprints embed our skulls

This is our life

How many more weeks to go?