About 2 minutes past the river where the sinners spent their lonely nights
There lied a dirt road waiting for us
Hidden were the broken street signs
There were sweet smells in the air along with the stench of f**, lies, and Marianne
"Please take me home..."
Ever get that feeling that you should have kept your clothes on?
Ever get that feeling that they're calling you on?
And did you really think I thought of giving a f**?
I left you as I met you in the back of my truck
But I don't regret
You were pulling on my pant leg
Those drunken f**s were growing up to me
Don't call me back
Don't throw up on me