The dustbowl down in Northern California
Interstate 5, feel like I'm alive
A bitter some weed we brought from Mexico
Well Buck nearly lost his mind from some gal
Who wouldn't give it up to him anyhow
Another story about chasing women 'round town
And it's what we do to keep us hanging on
Drugs and women is what we are
Hard headed druggies with nothing to lose
With all my might i go down in this town
Said Frederick Willis, waving his gun all around
I dare you to push me down
With his veins bruised, filled up with smack
His heart had given in to a heart attack
Oh, no epitaph was written
And it what we do to keep us going on
Frederick Willis did it wrong
Hard headed druggies with nothing to lose
I feel great, I feel fine
My baby left me in the cold, cold outside
She caught me f*cked up and messing around
Come on Buck, let me get another shot
Hey let me get some, wait, what you got?
Wooh, yeah, that feels so good
And it's what we do to keep us going on
Frederick Willis did it wrong
And it's what we do to keep us going on
Hard headed druggies with nothing to lose