Bailing out into the treetop lounge
Stripped-out windows beat the sun right out
Hotel pencil for my old left hand
Eardrums got the Jones and the trams

Three weeks closer, man, it ain't that long
Soon be over and we'll all be gone

Twist the sockets of my half-cut lights
Pick the pockets of my foes and frights
Not forgetting about the long haul trail
Sure regret it if I almost will

Take that dose so I can cheat my ride
Hit the coast and man, I'm still alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Hit my bunk about a world past ten
I felt like skunks until I don't know when
I got my bottle and I got my bags, yeah
So hit that throttle so the road don't drag

Oh
Three weeks closer, man, it ain't that long
Soon be over and we'll all be gone
Take that dose so I can cheat my ride
Hit the coast and man, I'm still alive
Think I had enough and then I don't
Fetch my matches, send it up in smoke
Three weeks closer, man, it ain't that long
Soon be over and we'll all be gone
Gone
Gone
Yeah, gone
Gone