Shoot de Boys Like Girls

They say the life is like a long and racked road,
Well, I’ve been falling asleep at the wheel.
My nine to five has got me long, I’m feeling old,
It’s time to live for the things that are real.

So wake up and shake it, turn the car around.
Feel that, just take off and go out of this town.

Has anybody got a one way ticket
To brand new life, leave it all behind?
Put the battle to the metal,
Time for living like it’s all day night on the road tonight.
Find a little bit of love, find a little bit of truth,
Getting crooked at a backyard barbecue.
Find a little bit of peace and a little bit of you
And put a bullet in all these booze,
You’re going to shoot.

I go to work, I pay my bills, I buy my time,
Maybe it’s time that I do something for myself.
I mow the grass, take out the trash, it’s never done.
I’m not doing it all for my help.

I’m ready, I’m spreading, turn on the radio,
It’s a good night, with all that,
So crank it up and here we go.

Has anybody got a one way ticket
To brand new life, leave it all behind?
Put the battle to the metal,
Time for living like it’s all day night on the road tonight.
Find a little bit of love, find a little bit of truth,
Getting crooked at a backyard barbecue.
Find a little bit of peace and a little bit of you
And put a bullet in all these booze,
You’re going to shoot.

Won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?
Singing “shoot”.
Well, god damn, won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?
Singing “shoot”.
Well, god damn, won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?
Singing “shoot”.
Well, god damn, won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?

Has anybody got a one way ticket
To brand new life, leave it all behind?
Put the battle to the metal,
Time for living like it’s all day night on the road tonight.

Has anybody got a one way ticket
To brand new life, leave it all behind?
Put the battle to the metal,
Time for living like it’s all day night on the road tonight.
Find a little bit of love, find a little bit of truth,
Getting crooked at a backyard barbecue.
Find a little bit of peace and a little bit of you
And put a bullet in all these booze,
You’re going to shoot.

Singing “shoot”.
Well, god damn, won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?
Singing “shoot”.
Well, god damn, won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?
Singing “shoot”.
Well, god damn, won’t you give me something of that ‘do you think’?