Five guys take a ride
Drive a day and half a night
Get to see some pretty scenery
But if that's all there is to this
This band would split right down the seams
Southbound, static on the radio
We left town
But where we're goin' I don't know
Somewhere we're gonna play another show
Quick get off and gas up at the Conoco

We're driving
We drive against the grain
Like postmen in the rain

CHORUS
Welcome to our big rock show
Wind us up and watch this puppy go
Hope you heard a single word we said
One little rock to rattle in your head

Hey kid, pit mosh
Please avoid the flashpot
Yeah, it's really funny 'til an eyebrow gets singed off
Your mother's got nothing here to fear or dread
Our abrasive is gentle on a baby's skin head
Soundchecks
Don't forget the spandex
This mix is sounding like a bad train wreck
It takes some split and grit and sweat
To give you more than you expect

We're driven
To give you what we know
Like postmen through the snow

Repeat chorus

Got a cryptic coder
On the microphone
Find the secret message
Buried in our big rock show

Words and music by Ian Eskelin, Doug McKelvey and Dave Clo Produced by Neill King ©1998 Bridge Building Music (BMI)