say aze The hardware store is never open Until the quarter of the moon Let's leave town before the rodeo Rides in with the typhoon We're in Bummed Out City So come on, let's operate Let's open a disc brake parlor No, it never is too late Before you know it you'll be in Bummed Out City In a cloud of dust and rust And all the dogs biting on your exhaust pipe Even they gonna show you trust And it was me, drove off the off ramp Of the sweetheart highway It was me, I admit I had the map Thi (guitaretab.com)
