Eyes on the Road Lyrics & Tabs by Allday
Eyes on the Road
guitar chords lyrics
Eyes on the road, yeah!
Now I got the prettiest looker,
Slap her on the butt like gimme some sugar
I don't know love but the feeling is right,
We fuck until we think we know the meaning of life.
Keep it in drive, eyes on the road,
I got nobody; I'm all on my own!
I can see my future and I think it is bright,
My parents keep saying a degree would be nice,
But, I tell ‘em I don't need their advice
I'm driving round town high beaming my lights
Keep it in drive, eyes on the road,
I got nobody; I'm all on my own!
It's not that easy to decide your pathway,
Had to quit believing that this life's a party,
I got nobody; I'm all on my own!
It's not that easy to decide your pathway,
Had to quit believing that this life's a party,
If you want a wife she wants a guy with money,
Do you want me and my life of nothing?
Seven lonely dollars in my bank account,
Next months rent in major doubt,
Drive around town playing take care loud,
With the windows down!
All the windows down, all the windows down,
All the windows down, all the windows down.
Yeah, oh my parents giving me a telling off
You're 21 already; all that's in your head is rocks,
They say maybe I should cut my hair short,
But, no, no, no I don't care for it!
Keep it in drive, eyes on the road,
I got nobody; I'm all on my own!
Fuck you, fuck that I just want to get across,
Everything is perfect right now, hope it never stops!
Till I'm on the radio and I'm on the tele,
And I'm living out these happy days like I'm fonzerelli.
Keep it in drive, eyes on the road,
I got nobody; I'm all on my own!
Yes, I don't have boss or a desk chair,
Just a room full of fans saying, ‘hell yeah'!
And a closet full of clothes that are threadbare,
All the windows are down I'm breathing fresh air.
Seven lonely dollars in my bank account,
Next months rent in major doubt,
Drive around town playing take care loud,
With the windows down!
All the windows down, all the windows down,
All the windows down, all the windows down.
Fucking bottle of whatever mixed with O.J,
Homemade' feel like a cake Lord, I'm so baked!
On the home straight, tryin' to drive home straight,
Take a corner like I'm German made, I don't break!
But I'm' made, golden grade Irish flesh,
Cast iron heart that I possess, tucked inside my chest.
Tired as heck dreaming of my fiery death,
If I don't explode my own skull I'll probably die of stress.
Beside myself like siamese all kinds of Eves,
Inside my palm to find some ease or try at least,
I'd like to like the man I am just so I can breathe,
But the man inside of me we'll he's trying to leave,
It's funny cause they'll call this my lyrical flow
The complexity of words means shits' though,
I know they're serious I'm growing weary though
Fuck this fast, I'm nearly home,
oh!
