Baltimore summer's a dream smell of sweet grass and gasoline Lightning hit the screen far from her screams I didn't care if she hit me I just thought of gasoline sweet machine wipe it off on your jeans Sweet gasoline flying down 15 Burns so rough and tastes so clean Sweet gasoline poison me poison me I've always wanted to drive in a demolition derby, see if I'd survive see how it feels to crash in a steely fiery flash spinning and spinning through the dirt beyond the point of no return beyond the point of hurt I could lose my troubles there in the dirt Sweet gasoline flying down 15 Burns so rough and tastes so clean Sweet gasoline poison me poison me The highway's a dangerous thing pulling you out to whatever it brings but I live dangerously Every wrong turn sets me free I've never felt so alive as when I'm careening through the desert at night The radio's under my skin Now let the madness begin Sweet gasoline flying down 15 Burns so rough and tastes so clean Sweet gasoline poison me poison me

You've got murder on your mind You've got murder on your mind And now I know why you gave me that knife Shaking so slightly in the morning light with a mark on your face and some hay in your hair giving me your sweetest evening stare and begging me not to go to town today, saying it's better to hold tight and pray. So give your prayers to the birds and burn your sin with the hay. I know a lot of things I'd rather not say and . . . You've got murder on your mind You've got murder on your mind I know some people call me paranoid and mean just because I go out walking with my AR-15, but they'll never know how it feels to be forever haunted by the sound of steel crashing and clanging and cutting into bone, taking your son to his heavenly home and making your husband scream in his sleep, reach for the hatchet and run for the Jeep. You've got murder on your mind You've got murder on your mind And now you've got a murder on your hands You've got murder on your hands and the blood stains the sheets and it runs through the sand I don't think I can sleep anymore I feel like a prisoner in a losing war cause . . . You've got murder on your hands You've got murder on your hands And they're taking you away and they're gonna make you stand They're gonna label you a dying man and they'll fire away. Are you ready to die today? You've got murder on your hands You've got a murder on your hands Down below the ground so cold lies the one I used to hold Down below the ground so cold lies the one I used to hold and I'm still standing still watching the harriers hunt down the hill

Well, I can be content in a motel same old simple rooms I know so well. Same old simple rooms and simple rules. Motels are made for vagabonds and fools. And I, I got nothing to hide. Want to come with me on my never-ending highway ride? And I, I got a coffee mug and a field guide to North American bugs. I think I'm gonna read myself to sleep, slip into another dream so dark and deep. Cause I can be at home in a motel. The sound of the highway soothes me oh so well. I give a shit about gymnasiums or pools. Motels are made for vagabonds and fools. And they, they got nothing on me so I guess they'll have to let me be. They, they got corrupted minds and I'm only as crooked as the highway winds. I'm only as crooked as the highway winds and about as plain-spoken as the highway signs. And I can be at home in a motel. A private room is a private heaven or hell. It's a haven from this world of rumors and rules. Motels are made for vagabonds and fools. And you, you may be a lot like me. No one can tell you where to go or what to be and you'd give up everything you ever owned just to be free and you'd let the highway show you your destiny. I've seen you at the truck stops looking lost, but I've never heard you complain about the cost. Cause you can be content in a motel. Same old simple rooms you know so well. Same old simple rooms and simple rules. Motels are made for vagabonds and fools.

Elmer McCurdy didn't live past thirty. He died in an Oklahoma town bringing a whiskey train down. 32-20 to the chest and he died, saying, "You'll never take me alive." You'll never take me alive. You'll never take me alive. And from the side show tents to the museum of crime he made a small fortune after he died, saying, "You'll never take me alive." You'll never take me alive. Elmer McCurdy was left all alone in a Pawhuska funeral home where nobody came to claim his bones. No one cared to give him a proper headstone. So the undertaker put him on display, sitting in a window all day with arsenic in his veins mummifying his remains. Children came to put a nickel in his mouth so they could lean in close and they could almost hear him shout, "You'll never take me alive." You'll never take me alive. You'll never take me alive. And from the side show tents to the museum of crime he made a small fortune after he died, saying, "You'll never take me alive." You'll never take me alive. Elmer McCurdy was taken on the road traveling with the carnival shows. From the hills of Oklahoma to the mines up in the snow where the carnival's all you get before you go, all the people stood in line. See the mummy bandit for a dime. And they leaned in close and they could almost hear him cry, "You'll never take me alive." You'll never take me alive. You'll never take me alive. And from the side show tents to the museum of crime he made a small fortune after he died, saying, "You'll never take me alive." You'll never take me alive. Elmer McCurdy was taken inside and given a place to rest and to hide in a Long Beach amusement park ride where all the other corpses were wood and glassy-eyed. After 50 years on the road, it's always good to have a place to go. It's always good to have a place to laugh in the dark until the time comes when things start to fall apart. Elmer's arm came crashing to the floor, revealing bone and other gore, and now he's buried up on Boot Hill where it's always dark and it's always still and if you lean in close you can still hear him cry, "You'll never take me alive." You'll never take me alive. You'll never take me alive. And from the side show tents to the museum of crime he made a small fortune after he died, saying, "You'll never take me alive." You'll never take me alive. Elmer McCurdy didn't live past thirty. He died in an Oklahoma town bringing a whiskey train down. 32-20 to the chest and he died, saying, "You'll never take me alive."

Baltimore summer's a dream smell of sweet grass and gasoline Lightning hit the screen far from her screams I didn't care if she hit me I just thought of gasoline sweet machine wipe it off on your jeans Sweet gasoline flying down 15 Burns so rough and tastes so clean Sweet gasoline poison me poison me I've always wanted to drive in a demolition derby, see if I'd survive see how it feels to crash in a steely fiery flash spinning and spinning through the dirt beyond the point of no return beyond the point of hurt I could lose my troubles there in the dirt Sweet gasoline flying down 15 Burns so rough and tastes so clean Sweet gasoline poison me poison me The highway's a dangerous thing pulling you out to whatever it brings but I live dangerously Every wrong turn sets me free I've never felt so alive as when I'm careening through the desert at night The radio's under my skin Now let the madness begin Sweet gasoline flying down 15 Burns so rough and tastes so clean Sweet gasoline poison me poison me