One night down on highway eight He's driving full of hate He's got a gun, he wants to mate
Her thumb was up He hits the gravel, pulls over and picks her up The ride is on They're both along for the ride
She's had some, she wants more She's free but she's nobody's whore She's got a knife, it's been used before
She was one the case You should've seen the look on his face The ride is on They're both along for the ride
He drives her down to Crooked Lake He moves in, it's getting late "Slow down kid this ain't a race"
Then they collide Two sacks of shit slapping in a mudslide The ride is on They're both along for the ride
A few minutes later and they're through She's nervous, he's nervous too It's time to do what they came to do
He goes for his gun But she's too fast, it's over before it's begun The ride is on They were both along
