End of the Road (Against the Machine)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Dumb, dumb, dummy, I'm no bunny I'm no slobby boy, I never beg for no money Fun, fun, funny You'll run from me No irony, no I pardon no one, nobody Chop, chop, chop it Right hand, chop it Like a pickpocket You had the mic, now you can't drop it Dumb, dumb, dummy, once nobody I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, sit down [Chorus] I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road But my trip is mad I ain't finished, I got loads [Verse 2] I think I'm up for the challenge Shoe shows I got me some mileage I bought a car and a cottage I've got 'Suzanne' in my baggage Got a list in my bucket Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket I fit in any socket Close the door, I'ma knock it [Pre-Chorus] I got my ticket, I'ma flee Selling overseas I just blink and get a fee Watch out What you think of me? [Chorus] I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road But my trip is mad I ain't finished, I got loads [Verse 3] Lately I got ceilings but I burn in the sun Never miss one shot I'm sick as a gun I got mortal friends, I'm dead as they come Like Hey! I'm on the way! I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay Now there's a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes When we crash I hit the ER, this is a thriller, did it for the PR I did it for the fear I did it knowing there's a D'animal pack in the back of the fridge I go pack it up might triple attack And battery-acid my stacks in the cab Menagerie cracked and my doggies run packs I just tell 'em to back it up, back it up, back it up [Chorus] I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't (Okay, now repeat that one more time) I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road (Maybe nothing) But my trip is mad I ain't finished, I got loads