Tactical operations, useless obligations,
Don’t speak to me like a little child.
Practical information, useless obligations,
It’s about to go completely wild.
Chalk it up to the stars, and all the honking cars,
I couldn’t understand exactly what you said.
I’m taking it a little hard, cause that’s my deck of cards,
Please be patient listening to my head.
And for what; I don’t know.
And for who; I ride alone.
Ask again; What the fuck?
It’s not a car; it’s a truck.
Formal salutations, common destinations,
A bygone’s a bygone if it be so.
Shotgun companion with wild abandon,
In a short time, there’s a long way to go.
It’s a bit obscene to use so much gasoline,
For trash talking on the boulevard.
Whether it is breed, or an ancient need,
Now you got us all raising our guard.
Suspended animation, slight inebriation,
Crank the radio when we come up to the light.
Roll down the window, blow out the mendo,
Everyone in the backs gotta hold on tight.
It’s a little bit hard to hear this called a car,
No es un camion, es destino.
And I’ll take it like a man, cause I can understand,
It’s the one and only El Camino.