We were going nowhere faster than you

Our engines were racing hot and our skin turning blue

Out of our skulls no sleep for a week

You could say we were major league tweeks

We were so strung out and having a blast

Part of that white trash underworld criminal class



We were running those scams, living life on the lam

Living so crazy, eye always looking out for the man

Lowlife trash, bikers and assorted riff-raff

Could you kick it down is what we used to laugh

We were so strung out and having a blast

Part of that white trash underworld criminal class



We were strung, dumb and problems we thought we had none

Generational meth lab dysfunctional kinda' fun

We were going faster nowhere than anybody else

Sure as hell wasn't good for our health