One night down on highway eight
He's driving full of hate
He's got a gun, he wants to mate
Her thumb was up
He hits the gravel, pulls over and picks her up
The ride is on
They're both along for the ride
She's had some, she wants more
She's free but she's nobody's whore
She's got a knife, it's been used before
She was one the case
You should've seen the look on his face
The ride is on
They're both along for the ride
He drives her down to Crooked Lake
He moves in, it's getting late
"Slow down kid this ain't a race"
Then they collide
Two sacks of shit slapping in a mudslide
The ride is on
They're both along for the ride
A few minutes later and they're through
She's nervous, he's nervous too
It's time to do what they came to do
He goes for his gun
But she's too fast, it's over before it's begun
The ride is on
They were both along