5000 Cigarettes - Frenzal Rhomb

8 miles of nothing and a hundred tonnes of will to survive,

Can’t se the devil so you know that your still alive,

There’s nothing out here but the sun so fuck up and drive

And I’ve got 5000 cigarettes in the back of the car,

We’ve gotta move’em now or we won’t get far,

Sleeping on the dirt with the shooting stars.

A little sleight of hand,

A little contraband.

There’s carcass on the bumper bar there’s blood on the glass,

Picked up a problem and we’re gonna lose him fast

This is the best day on earth but it could be the last

And I’ve got 5000 cigarettes in the back of the car,

We’ve gotta move’em now or we won’t get far,

Sleeping on the dirt with the shooting stars.

A little sleight of hand,

A little contraband and desert sand.