i woke up on the rumble strip now i m in the passing lane we move at a comfortable clip marching in the big parade coming forth to carry me home walking down the gig bag road i m never gonna be pig food oh looking for a piggyback ride marching in the big parade where the saints show the same signs we re drinking the same koolaid ain t nobody want your soul don t even want your rock and roll looking for a way back home walking down the gig bag road an act of mercy is an act of waste when you re bleeding through the nose i burned the pretty flowers in the sink i peeled the petals off the rose i woke up on the rumble strip now i m in the passing lane we move at a comfortable clip looking for a way back home looking for a piggyback ride marching in the big parade where the saints choose their sides we re drinking the same koolaid ain t nobody want your soul don t even want your rock and roll looking for a way back home walking down the gig bag road walking down the gig bag road looking for a piggyback ride marching in the big parade where the saints choose their sides we re drinking the same koolaid ain t nobody want your soul don t really want your rock and roll walking down the gig bag road 