Great Alaskan Ninja (Silage)

It's a hip hop number five Leaving our town Yes, we cover new ground As we head for mile five Sixteen motels Shaking their heads Man, my eyes are getting red Guess we sleep in the van Just another day of a traveling band "Driving across the land, kicking up sand" Ten-fifteen on the I-17 Someone's too much time Just leaked on the van It's weird on the bridge It's weird on the hill Yeah, there's always something weird Hives me something to tell My insides are losing control For now, but it's getting better Simple, lost, and...