Lyrics:

Thunderclouds have been making faces
My friends are on the front porch getting wasted
Freedom sits this side of the hill
Calling me back but I never will

Well hang low like they do it down in Idaho
Dont run, we roll, as were headed out to Roadys Bowl

Some say that sleeps for dreamers
We pack up our things and make our way to the theater
The suits, they dropped the ball again
Well pass the hat and make another plan

Well hang low like they do it down in Idaho
Dont run, we roll, as were calling up the radio

Suburban crimes of using words
We hear out in the distance our ghetto bird
Big brothers got his eye on you
Walk a block and itll tell the truth

Well hang low like they do it down in Idaho
Dont run, we roll, as were headed out to Roadys Bowl
Dont run, we roll, as were calling up the radio
Dont run, we roll, as theyre locking up another soul