Oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me

They built a mall on Iroquois burial ground
There's nothing sacred in this God-forsaken town
We drive past McCormick Prison out on 79
Getting high
Just you and I

Two young hooligans
Best friends on a suicide mission
Too young to pretend
There's anything better
And I said

"Oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town"
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
With you right beside me

Lost his job last week bagging groceries at the P&C
They caught him stealing ribeye's, high on Percs and OCs
But we all laughed when we saw his pants were stained with blood
It's a tough break
When you play for high stakes

Two young hooligans
Best friends on a suicide mission
Too young to pretend
There's anything better
And I said

"Oh, roll one up in the backseat
We can go, go ridin' around this ghost town"
I smell smoke, smoke on the highway
With you right beside me
Oh (oh), roll one up in the backseat
We can go (go), go ridin' around this ghost town
I smell smoke (smoke), smoke on the highway (on the highway)
With you right beside me

Oh-oh, oh-oh
Ooh