Cowboys suck

Asphalt burning, clock another round on the motor's head
Four on the floor, smile on the face, lucky me
Well all right

Handle bars, motor card and Jim Beam
Blank streets, stoner bars, a dead scene

Now that the days are growing shorter
Time means more and more to me
Yes, I'm a father to my favorite one
Oh, and it's much too much to believe

Asphalt burning, clock another round on the motor's head
Four on the floor, smile on the face, lucky me
Well all right

Now that the days are growing shorter
Time means more and more to me
Yes, I'm a father to my favorite one
Oh, and it's much too much to believe