Fuck Virginia

foreheads pressed up together
eyes in the backs of our heads
i'm leaving this town before summer
and the desert never felt so dead
no, the desert never felt so dead
everywhere i go there's somewhere i'm not
everyone i'm with there's someone to miss
no, somebody please cure me of this wanderlust
find me a road that i can softly kiss
find me a road that i can softly kiss
so don't count your chickens just yet boy
the roosters get slaughtered at noon
don't count your quarters just yet boy
the swindlers will be here soon
the swindlers will be here soon
praying might get you to heaven
passion gets you down the road
and hoping might get you to heaven
but i say "hail passion, fuck hope"
"hail passion, fuck hope"
rode a freight train out of new orleans
and it was my first ride
and knives make you strong and traveling makes you dumb enough
to think that you'll never die
to think that you'll never die
trucks and lottery tickets
are the only ways to leave this damned state
and the onramp feels like a picket line
thumbs raised, cigarettes in our face
our thumbs were raised with cigarettes in our face
and so we sang "fuck virginia"
and so we sang "fuck virginia"
and so we sang "fuck virginia"
and so we sang
and so we sang
and so we sang "fuck virginia"