Gig Bag Road - Local H

I woke up on the rumble strip

Now I’m in the passing lane

We move at a comfortable clip

Marching in the big parade

Coming forth to carry me home

Walking down the gig bag road

I’m never gonna be pig food

Oh, looking for a piggyback ride

Marching in the big parade

Where the saints show the same signs

We’re drinking the same Koolaid

Ain’t nobody want your soul

Don’t even want your rock and roll

Looking for a way back home

Walking down the gig bag road

An act of mercy is an act of waste

When you’re bleeding through the nose

I burned the pretty flowers in the sink

I peeled the petals off the rose

I woke up on the rumble strip

Now I’m in the passing lane

We move at a comfortable clip

Looking for a way back home

Looking for a piggyback ride

Marching in the big parade

Where the saints choose their sides

We’re drinking the same Koolaid

Ain’t nobody want your soul

Don’t even want your rock and roll

Looking for a way back home

Walking down the gig bag road

Walking down the gig bag road

Looking for a piggyback ride

Marching in the big parade

Where the saints choose their sides

We’re drinking the same Koolaid

Ain’t nobody want your soul

Don’t really want your rock and roll

Walking down the gig bag road