AMERICAN ROAD

american road where I´ve never been

I´ll appeal to clichés like bull skulls and stony lizards

every gas station we pass looks like a rusty oz

and each one has its own grumpy wizzard

american road I´ve seen only in the movies

we are travelling at night in an old gmc van

dunno where we are going to but it´s cool

you nods over the map as I crush another beercan

and it will all end sixt feet underground

because that's how stupid people die

in the dead of night and no sound

american road of faded magazines

It's our time to travel without any paper

third world dream of brown beat poets

slightly italian heart, wink of a raper

american road ending in a tropical land

sultriness is a kind of square marijuana

refresh your golden pubic hair at the waterfall

yesterday you were in texas now you are at the border of guiana

and it will end in drunkenness because the heart lacks

that's how stupid people lie

dreaming that lost the house keys in a part of the track