We'll carry our laundry Across this damn country Living solely on pretzels And bloody marys It's not gonna break It's not gonna break, no way It'll ride like a dream until 2088 ♪ We'll tear through the toll booth Like nothing was in our way It's not like our money Would ever pave the way We're not criminals Its manifest destiny Every man, woman, child deserves dirty laundry The coast line will make a promise 'Cause that's what you do with the promised land Through the grapevine they'll hear about us We'll have to hide our identities to make amends ♪ The compass we carry Will help us to lose our way The devil's in the ocean And he's calling out our names The sands on the beaches are muddy and eroding On the outline we fade All the way to the Mississippi ♪ And the coast line will make a promise 'Cause that's what you do with the promised land Through the grapevine they'll hear about us We'll have to hide our identities to make amends