Idaho

Thunderclouds have been making faces My friends are on the front porch getting wasted Freedom sits this side of the hill Calling me back but I never will We’ll hang low like they do it down in Idaho Don’t run, we roll, as we’re headed out to Roady’s Bowl Some say that sleep’s for dreamers We pack up our things and make our way to the theater The suits, they dropped the ball again We’ll pass the hat and make another plan We’ll hang low like they do it down in Idaho Don’t run, we roll, as we’re calling up the radio Suburban crimes of using words We hear out in the distance our ghetto bird Big brother’s got his eye on you Walk a block and it’ll tell the truth We’ll hang low like they do it down in Idaho Don’t run, we roll, as we’re headed out to Roady’s Bowl Don’t run, we roll, as we’re calling up the radio Don’t run, we roll, as they’re locking up another soul