Letra da Música: Highway 1 - Foxboro Hot Tubs

One, two, a-one, two three four ---
You're doing it fucking wrong!

I'm on a midnight death trip
I'm on a mission From God
A stolen car and death wish
To Hell in Highway 1

Four on the floor, 'hundred miles per hour
I'm gonna fly, 'til the tires can't fly no more!

C'mon!

I've got my blues, gonna make a racket
Nothing to lose but this straitjacket, on too tight

I'm alive!

As the wind comes off the ocean
And my hair is combed just right
I'm in a stolen locomotion
Straight outta nineteen sixty five

So pass the bottle, one hundred miles per hour ((?))
I'm gonna fly, 'til the tires can't fly no more!

C'mon!

I've got my friends and a shotgun jacket ((?))
Nothing to lose, gotta live it out ((Up?)) until I die

I'm alive! Whoo!

Well I'm alive before the supper ((?))
And I'm gonna smash this glass just right ((?))
So give me one good dose of thunder
Before I fall on my ass tonight

Four on the floor, 'hundred miles per hour
I'm gonna fly, 'til the tires can't fly no more!

C'mon!

I've got my blues, gonna make a racket
Nothing to lose but this straitjacket, on too tight

I'm alive! C'mon! Hahah