One of my all-time favorite hitting-the-road songs. A deck of cards might have been a good idea while I was on the train....

I got a bag all packed
I got a ticket for the train
Mexico to New Orleans
And back again
I've got a bottle of tequila, baby,
Who needs friends?
I've got a bottle of tequila, baby,
Who needs friends?
I've got a hundred miles of desert
Got a head of fresh air
And I know 100 games of solitaire

I've got nothing to do
And I've got nothing to lose
I can go anywhere with anyone I choose
I've got a dog named "Lucky" and 100 dollars in my shoe
Yeah, and I'm on my way (on my way) from here to there
And I know 100 games of solitaire

Well, I don't know where I'll wind up tonight
Any place with a bar and a bathtub's all right
I've got a burning yearning
For some new sounds and smells and sights
And if I never see your face again
Well, I don't care
'Cause I know 100 games of solitaire

I know 100 games of solitaire

"Glitter Girl" by Kidneythieves

Where's your good fire, baby?

Glitter girl, woman,
Waste your years
Glitter girl, woman,
I know where you live
Hey, woman,
Off my dreams
Glitter girl, woman,
They're not what you think

Where's your good fire, baby?

Glitter girl, woman,
Fox in your holy
Glitter girl, woman,
I know that you sold me
Hey woman, let it go,
Glitter Girl, woman,
Don't pray for me anymore

Where's your good fire, baby?

There are skies that don't have clouds like you
There are skies that don't rain down like you
There are skies with a silver cloud
There are skies that you're not around
There are skies that paint a bluer blue

Glitter girl, woman
Waste your years
Glitter girl, woman
You're better than this
Hey, woman, who are you for?
Glitter girl, woman
I'll pray for you some more

Where's your good fire, baby?

There are skies that don't have clouds like you
There are skies that don't rain down like you
There are skies with a silver cloud
There are skies that you're not around
There are skies that paint a bluer blue

Where's your good fire, baby?

"Bitch" by Pigface

Let's have a bachelor party with chicks and booze and guns and fire trucks....
C'mon, baby!

There's something about the way we fit
There's something about this psycho trip
There's something about the way we groove
Something's got me and I just can't seem to move
And I want you
And I hate you

Don't wanna love the hate
But the sex is great
Don't wanna love the hate
But the sex is great
Don't wanna love the hate
But the sex is great
Don't wanna love the hate
But the sex is great

There's something about the way we fit
There's something about this psycho trip
There's something about the way we groove
Something's got me and I just can't seem to move
And I want you
And I hate you

Don't wanna love the hate
But the sex is great
Don't wanna love the hate
But the sex is great
Don't wanna love the hate
But the sex is great
Don't wanna love the hate
But the sex is great
Sex is great, sex is great....
C'mon, c'mon baby!
Want to fuck you....

There's something about the way we fit
There's something about this psycho bitch....

Don't wanna love the hate
But the sex is great
Don't wanna love the hate
But the sex is great
Don't wanna love the hate
But the sex is great
Don't wanna love the hate
But the sex is great
You know I love to hate you
You know I love to hate you
You know I love to hate you
You know I love to hate you, hate you, hate you....