West of Barstow ft. Izaak Opatz Lyrics

Now that we're west of Barstow, the robot girl in my pocket tells me some kind of bad news

She goes one, one, zero, one, zero, one, one

But I don't understand, I'm still learning non-binary

See the semis on the right, so little feet willin'

But over here, west of Barstow, that's where they make a killing

Me, I'm south of comfort, north of rock bottom

Save your family, folks, if you got 'em

Got a new invitation to a west side marriage

Say he's hung like a horse, she's built like a carriage

It ain't a brick house, but it's a sight to see

Friday through Saturday from now to eternity, yeah

And once we make it to the trailer park Heaven

Smell the family cocktail of meth and masculine

And all the bad kids are shooting up

And none of the good kids are making love

We're making good time, recognize the street signs

I'll be back in my bed, baby, in no time

We got Dijon, Absolutely on the speakers

Here where you see the Dodger hats on tweakers

I'm pulling up and I'm home again

It's all coming back, that I'm alone again, again

Every story that I know, it always ends west of Barstow

If I can just get east of Barstow, I know, I'll be okay