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Out on the highway I'm doing it my way
Zig-zag patients vibrating the ancients
Handing out money, the fly's making honey
Beaches aplenty, the pigs on the levee
Let's don't be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the halfway house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away, that's what I like
Seasons are turning, village is burning
Convalescents open their presents
Wandering children ready and willing
Beggars and lightweights harness the highways
Let's don't be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the halfway house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away, that's what I like
Abandoned coal mines, we'll have a good time
Redtape rivals recycling bibles
Let's don't be like everyone else
With the one trip rooms, the halfway house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away, that's what I like
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