Lyrics

Two wheels
Third eye
Low soul
Blown mind
Long haul
Road fog
Shit detector now cut the cord

Keep a chooglin’ in the way that the wind blows
Are your worries are back in jail
Man’s plan is a big’ol rip off
You got it screaming like a natural machine

All hell
Hell yeah

Young flesh
Hot mess
Pulled the pin an I blacked right out
Freedom fighter red meat rider
Never know where I’m crashing next

Number one fucking pecker erector
Mattress (with a) pussy strapped riding the back
Indian casino puking out green
You got it screaming like a natural machine

All hell
Hell yeah

Broke down in a one hog town
Gotta figure my way out now
Not as worried as I was back there
Can’t drag me back to ‘Bama

Keep a chooglin’ in the way that the wind blows
Are your worries are way back there
Man’s plan is a big’ol rip off
You got it screaming like a natural machine