My Name Is Strange

Rollin' on some lonesome highway, East of Omaha

You can listen to the engine moanin' out as one long song

You can think about the woman

Or the whore you mongered the night before

(I'm really feelin' those lighters)

Sometimes you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't

All the same old cliches, "Is that Sage or Xaul Xan"

And you'll always feel outnumbered when you go to the Scribble Jam

Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uh

Say here I am, on the road again

Here I am, up on the stage

Here I go, I'm playing a star again

Here I go, My Name Is Strange

(This is the real motherfucking deal y'all, I'm really feelin' those lighters)

When you walk into the restaurant, shut out from the road

You can feel the eyes upon you, as you're shakin' off the cold

You pretend it doesn't bother you when they ask if they can download

Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah

Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed

With the echo from the amplifiers ringin' in your head

You smoke the days last emcee, ridiculing what he said

Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uh

Say here I am, on the road again

Here I am, up on the stage

Here I go, I'm playing a star again

Here I go, My Name Is Strange

I said here I am, on the road again

Here I am, I'm up on the stage

And I say here I go, I'm playing a star again

Here I go, here I go

Peace, respect, we outa here