Smog

I had to leave the country
Though there was some nice folks there
Now I dont know where Im going
All I know is Ill hit the ground running
Only cowboys
The southern gentlemen
Betting women
That will never mend
They ride the roads as they bend
As they bend to there dead ends
I had to leave the country
Though there was some nice folks there
And now I dont know where Im going
All I know is that Ill hit the ground running
I was raised in a pit of snakes
Blink your eyes I was raised on cakes