Lyrics

We were suicide pirates on asphalt seas We burned that quarter mile in nine-point-three Drivin' bored-out stallions armored in chrome It was winner take all and loser walk home Sometimes it got so hot them pink slips glowed Down on Brainerd Road Oh down on Brainerd Road Parked them cars when we got done racin' Cranked up that all night rock 'n roll station I'd run my fingers through your long dark hair We'd fly with the fastest jet in the air 'Til Willhoit would come and he'd run us home Down on Brainerd Road Oh down on Brainerd Road Now it's glory glory hallelujah and I just I hope I don't explode I got me a four-fifty-four both feet flat on the floor Just roarin', still roarin' down Brainerd Road Late one night my baby called And she said, "We gotta talk" and that said it all Said, "Meet me at the San-Ann by the quarter mile straight And I'll be there as soon as I can slip away" Well I waited 'til daybreak and she never showed Down on Brainerd Road Oh down sweet Brainerd Road So I went knockin' at her daddy's door He said, "You won the battle, boy I won the war" I said "Where is she mister," he said "Baltimore We burned down that clinic on Vance Road, we don't do that here no more" I jumped in that Camero and just stuck it to the floor and went roarin' Down Brainerd Road Oh roarin' down Brainerd Road Now it's glory glory hallelujah and I just I hope I don't explode I got me a four-fifty-four both feet flat on the floor Just roarin', still roarin' down Brainerd Road These days I sit on the porch at my brother's house And watch the sun set My niece and my nephew's playin' in the yard And I'm suckin' on a cigarette My sister-in-law's in yonder foldin' laundry And lookin' at Wheel-of-Fortune with my brother I can hear them through that storm door goin' back and forth About one thing or another She waits tables while the kids are at school And he runs a wholesale route Between her tips and his commissions After taxes are taken out They keep a roof over their head and they keep food on the table, And they just somehow just keep getting' by Waitin' on that day to come where they scrape up enough crumbs, Just to get a little piece of that pie So you just kiss my ass, Uncle Sam And you kiss my brother's ass too God bless America, but the hell with you You done stole us blind and you sold us out to a circle of a chosen few And I see you on that poster pointin' your trigger finger at my grandson I'm pointin' my middle one back at you 'Cause this land ain't your land, this land's our land From California and the New York island And the redwood forest and the gulf stream water Oh this land was made for me and you