The Old Rugged Cross - Kevin Max Lyrics

retro active packing lightning
yeah you keep em distracted
hands at your hips, with parted lips
as your walking that whippet
hotel hopping puddle jumping
yeah your full of bologna
mad max in highway gear
all french colonial
on yer bike
get on yer bike
get on yer bike
get on yer bike
sad as cancer on a cracker
but you're as bold as a panther
you got the will of a sailor
and you're the color of danger
finger flipping trust fund hippie
growing your beard out
as you rocket through jonskooping
yeah making em scream and shout
on yer bike
get on yer bike
gotta ride yer bike
get on yer bike
silly rabbit don't you know these Trix are for kids
and the more you look the more that you get did
pool hall, dive bar, pub house 7 eleven
on my back, like a monkey as we tear past all the tenants
(smooth as a greyhound)
politics be damned
cause were the children of 80's
Saki to me Saki
and were always sedated
gym peddling, busted meddling
sleep at 4 seasons
as you smoke that marijuana
with your teenage diseases
on yer bike
get on yer bike
get on yer bike
get away on a bike
south of France, Amsterdam
whirly gig by the roadside
Budapest, London
tearing walls down on the inside
we'll take a train to Transylvania
then we all become catholic
for a moment then we'll screw up
and were back at the racetrack
on yer bike
get on yer bike.