Beep, beep.
Who got the keys to the jeep?
Let's roll the top down.
And spin the world on its metal axis.
And where my finger lands is where we'll exist.
So, if anybody calls just tell them we're dead.
And we'll ride into town with a price on our heads.
First one's a rotten egg and the last one there is dead.

Did it ever occur to you that I wouldn't do that if I were you?
Even if it's written on the map.
The skyline is sinking slow through rearview mirrors and broken windows.
We'll get it right if it's the last thing we do.

Beep, beep.
Who got the keys to the jeep?
Let's turn the stereo up.
A random page in a random atlas.
And where my finger lands is where we'll exist.
So, if anybody calls just tell them we're dead.
And we'll ride into town with a price on our heads.
Kill the lights and raise the glass.
And I'll drink to that.