.Headed West to Chicago, it's a straight-shot on I-80
In the back of a trailer, which besides for us is empty
Well it's 98 degrees, and I'd kill for a breeze
But this ride'll take us all the way
Besides Mikey's got sticks to keep rhythm to this shit
So I guess that we'll be okay...
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