Chevron

Doing seventy on the freeway
 Smoke coming out the hood
 Toll man says it's ninety
 I bargain him down to eighty
 'Cause I can't even dance for my money
 No, they won't give me cash
 I'm breaking my back for my money
 Dollar bills piling up on the dash
 So I dash across the street to the only thing that's open
 I need something to eat, thank God for the Chevron
 I need something for me, I've been working so long
 Need something for me (need something for me)
 Dash across the street to the only thing that's open
 I need something to eat, thank God for the Chevron
 I need something for me, I've been working so long
 (I've been working so long)
 I keep posting photos back home
 And I feel bad 'cause it's a bag, I know it
 They know it, do I show it?
 What am I doing, why am I here?
 What am I doing, why am I here?
 I can't even dance for my money
 No, they won't give me cash
 So I'm selling my gear for my money
 Best synth I ever had
 I dash across the street to the only thing that's open
 I need something to eat, thank God for the Chevron
 I just keep calling, no coverage in the canyon
 (Where am I going? why am I here?)
 (Where am I going? why am I here?)
 Dash across the street to the only thing that's open
 I need something to eat, man, I miss my pension
 I need something for me, I've been working so long
 (I've been working so long, I've been working so long)
 Need something for me
 Need something for me
 Need something for me
 Need something for me
 Thank God, thank God
 (Need something for me)
 Oh man, oh man
 Thank God, thank God
 Oh man, oh man