Shotgun Seat

With the top down
And a hitcher
And a stream of steady talk
I got the beat on
And a kerosene bottle
And a light on the cigar
Light green
Light up the kerosene
White light
Goin right into the night
You wear the hair long
Got opinions
And you think you’re very smart
I’m just a driver
With a buzz on
And a light on the cigar
Light red
And it’s buzzing in my head
White light
Going right into the night
Come on and ride it — ride it
Dig it — digging it
Bite it — bite it
Shotgun seat for you
An opposition
To the system
Is gonna leave you with a messy face
When i’m gunnin down a straight way
And then i’m slamming on them brakes
(repeat chorus)