My Name Is Strange

Rollin' on some lonesome highway, East of OmahaYou can listen to the engine rolling out as one long songYou can think about the womanOr the whore you mongered the night before(I'm really feelin' those lighters)Sometimes you can't hear 'em talk, other times you canAll the same old cliches, "Is that Sage or Xaul Xan?"And you'll always feel outnumbered when you go to the Scribble JamUh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uhSay here I am, on the road againHere I am, up on the stageHere I go, I'm playing a star againHere I go, My Name Is Strange(This is the real motherfucking deal y'all, I'm really feelin' those lighters)When you walk into the restaurant, strung out from the roadYou can feel the eyes upon you, as you're shakin' off the coldYou pretend it doesn't bother you when they ask if they can downloadUh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ahLater in the evening, as you lie awake in bedWith the echo from the amplifiers ringin' in your headYou smoke the days last emcee, ridiculing what he saidUh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uhSay here I am, on the road againHere I am, up on the stageHere I go, I'm playing a star againHere I go, My Name Is StrangeI said here I am, on the road againHere I am, I'm up on the stageAnd I say here I go, I'm playing a star againHere I go, here I goPeace, respect, we outa here