Smoke stacks
Your truck's jacked
Someone grab a mop
I was waiting at a stop sign
Just waiting to cross the street
When you rolled up in your jacked up smoke stack truck
You tell me that you wanna f*ck by blasting diesel in my face - Stop!
Smoke stacks
Your truck's jacked
Sooty toothed & teary eyed you left some gravel at my feet
And I was saddened by the thought that we might never meet
But wouldn't ya know, wouldn't ya know, wouldn't ya know
You left a little hint on your back window
Guts, Glory, Gary