Dusty old town

Hit the road, boy, I've done with you
Your dirty fingers on the beer glass
Spiked up hair and stubbly chin
You hit this town burning two-wheeled gas
Looking for a bed mate and night-time sin
I've had it, mister, go shift your ass.

You picked me up in a sawdust bar
I played your game, t'was fun for a while
Me a punk chick you thought was hot
Sleazy grin was a lie, inside you were vile
Leave your tyre tracks, buster, just go rot
The routine has bored me, you ain't got style.

Stiff oily jeans that never got washed
You spent too long eatin' desert dust
Never made friends with a bathtub so
Your bellybutton is full of rust
Grab your powder and needles and just go
Find some other sad chick to vent your lust.

Talked about love but left your boots on
You laid this chick just one last time
I was looking for a chance to shake this town
I'd hoped for the moon but got stale wine
Just a smear of oil, not a wedding gown
Go fire up your bike I'll be just fine.

Your stories were false and your bedroll stank
Like a sucker I fell for your every line
For a while I thought there was life after birth
But all your promises were covered in slime
Motorbike tyre tracks and a broken heart,
That's all you're ever gonna leave behind.