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 hang is poured right straight through the crown

Haha, well that's how you know

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 bang 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

Haha, 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

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