Mr. Chinaski

The red sparrow’s late, Belane is a mess From the office to the desert getting laid The lame routine of getting fired, the same Six gallons of wine before the brothel, insane Goddamn give me a break Let me smoke this pack and f*ck this girl Otherwise I’ll end up Ill Watching the screen And paying the bills Taxes for alcoholization Expensive condoms and bad taste bourbon Self-destruction seduction Bimbos walking for auction But there will be no thrill No thrill at all If i can’t get inside your panties or your home It’s a long ride, to turn my soul on It’s a long ride, to turn my soul on And even tho she gave good head That place was homeland of his loneliness once again The hard work glebe The rednecks peace They’ll be the stunner in your bottle of cheap light beer It’s a long ride, to turn my soul on It’s a long ride, to turn my soul on Since the beginning You knew remoteness Was the clue of sane regret Bitterness, fatigue and all that shit As a result of phony ways to coexist You don't want to admit it Your damaged mind cannot stand itself Two bleak eyes and two weak legs They were only tools to stay the night awake in a long ride... But there’ll be no thrill No thrill at all If i can’t get inside your panties or your home It’s a long ride, to turn my soul on It’s a long ride, to turn my soul on Sweep to Tijuana back to LA The loss of virginity voyage But the young guy couldn’t get it straight There’s a big dick waiting on Monday It’s a long ride, to turn my soul on It’s a long ride, to turn my soul on Well, it's a long ride (It's a long ride) Turn my soul on (Turn my soul on) Turn my soul on It's a long long long long ride (It's a long long long long ride) To turn my soul on