I-81

I like to laugh at the men in blue, Their ties are short and their dicks are too I played guitar to my hearts' content, It got flagged for sensitive content I lost my shit in the middle states, All roads of corn and Tinder dates I screamed and wailed till I lost my mind How can it be that we're one of their kind I broke down on 81 Trying to drive to the setting sun I cried and cried at my credit score While I was sitting in the safety corridor Hip hip hooray We don't have a lot to say Motivation is down the drain Freedom was just another growing pain