Scott Litt - Orange Crush lyrics

Follow me, don't follow me I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush Collar me, don't collar me I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush We are agents of the free I've had my fun and now it's time to serve your conscience overseas Over me, not over me Coming in fast, over me High on the booze In a tent Paved with blood Nine inch howl Brave the night Chopper comin' in, you hope We would circle and we'd circle and we'd circle To stop and consider and centered on the pavement Stacked up all the trucks jacked up and our wheels In slush and orange crush in pocket and all this here county Hell, any county It's just like heaven here And I was remembering and I was just in a different county and all Then this whirlybird that I headed for I had my goggles pulled off; I knew it all I knew every back road and every truck stop