Ride, ride, ride, ride. Ride, ride, ride, ride. Ride, ride, ride, ride. Ride, ride, ride, ride. . Through the park, past the dog run. Smell of shit burning in the sun.
East Coast! Fuck you!. East Coast! Fuck you!. East Coast! Fuck you!. E A S T. . You may think we're weather martyr's. But snow and ice makes us rock harder.