Outcast rouges, out here on the tolls Miles from home broke broken down In the snow on the side of the road Cast away on amber waves of grain Sometimes the only thing that keeps me sane No shelter from the storm Nowhere to keep us warm Won't hear no S.O.S. God cursed this sinking ship Turbulent times on violent tides Our map and compass don't align We're trouble bound can't save our souls Load out our lungs and hearts explode Screaming out with hearts and minds Fuck rock and roll (Check this out) You got room on your floor for my gang of four We're tired and poor, down for the core