Thunderclouds have been making faces
My friends are on the front porch getting wasted
Freedom sits this side of the hill
Calling me back but I never will
We’ll hang low like they do it down in Idaho
Don’t run, we roll, as we’re headed out to Roady’s Bowl
Some say that sleep’s for dreamers
We pack up our things and make our way to the theater
The suits, they dropped the ball again
We’ll pass the hat and make another plan
We’ll hang low like they do it down in Idaho
Don’t run, we roll, as we’re calling up the radio
Suburban crimes of using words
We hear out in the distance our ghetto bird
Big brother’s got his eye on you
Walk a block and it’ll tell the truth
We’ll hang low like they do it down in Idaho
Don’t run, we roll, as we’re headed out to Roady’s Bowl
Don’t run, we roll, as we’re calling up the radio
Don’t run, we roll, as they’re locking up another soul
