One Way Ticket
Chill Bump Lyrics

So...
Do you want to get old, under corporate control?
Play a fraudulent role?
Let them torture your soul?
Only
talk when you're told?
Bow to Dorks who blame YOU when their coffee gets cold?
Time to alter your goal... Tell them you quit.
Of course that shit's bold, but you've only got one life...
i'm the fork in your road.
So follow
me, follow me please...
Start by tossing your phone and don't worry bout cheese...
or the cost of your loan.
Off
we off off we go...
Bye bye your 9 to 5.
You can change your name to Bonnie and I can change mine to Clyde.
We won't get any richer, but imagine the bigger picture.
There's a bit of bread I've been saving, and I've been
craving to share it with ya / Honey...
Why should i go learn and study?
Find a firm and dully die in a tie and
shirt for money like a worthless dummy?
Buy some turf in a hurry?
Buy a girl to love me?
Anxiety hurts my
tummy.
I prefer a sunny beach because life ain't worth the worry, so I say "fuck it." clock stay ticking.
Let's not
wait one straight minute.
Let's get on that runway, quick!
Let's hop on a plane with a one way ticket.
Monday,
kick it, get lifted...
Let's get a room in Venice.
Tuesday head where the view's terrific.
Relax...
listen to the crickets.
Wednesday...
Sweet...
Let's get a treat, have sex til dawn in an excellent suite, find a restaurant with the best thing
to eat.
We can rest if you want for the rest of the week.
Head to the beach, take a nude swim, bring a crate of
brews, make some new friends, play ukulele for they amusement, and (sing...) ‘til we break a few strings...(sing) /
Let's meet different cultures, different folks with distant approaches, chill in their homes, sleep on their sofas, or
in motels infested with roaches, slick hotels - mingle with showbuiz...
wear silk robes, slippers and loafers, sniff up
coke as we live for the moment, with rich mini bar fridges and chauffeurs.
We're rock and rollers, cocky soldiers.
They cannot controle us, or stop the motive.
We brush the globe's stress off our sholders, go straight, and don't
care what the road is: south America, round across Asia, head down, visit the south of Australia, chill in every
village and town they call dangerous, go where we'll never be found - They lost trail of us.
Get a buzz, sitting
on the world's roof.
Swigging whisky til we feel quite loose.
Scream down from steep mountain peeks like Zeus,
like "
PEACE" people, peep my deuce!
Lets get a bit of medicine and buy berrettas for when we end up eating
my supply of cheddar.




Better yell farewall to a life of pleasure, then we can pull our weapons out and we can die
together: Tchicka POW!