Lyrics Summertime Voodoo - Highly Suspect

Summertime voodoo
Strange vibrations here
Just crashed my motorcycle
And still I have no fear
Wish I did
And I hear voices (voices)
Mm, and this is what they say
"Boy, go hug your father
Then kill yourself today"

Hey, cause no one's coming, no, no
To save my soul, eh
I can't keep running, no, hey
I'm getting too old

I'm just driftin'
I can't find my head

Yeah, I'm just driftin'
I can't find my head
I miss my history
And everything I had
I'm sorry, Miss Jackson
I'm very well aware
I coulda done better
And that's my cross to bear

'Cause no one's coming, hey
To save my soul, hey
I can't keep running
I can't keep running, hey
'Cause I'm, I'm out of here
I'm getting, I'm gettin' old
No one's coming

Oh, no one's coming, ooh
Hey, no one's coming
No one's comin'

(1, 2, 3, 4)

See
I was riding through the Mojave desert, out in Joshua Tree
On an XR and I didn't know, I saw this big ass hill
I mean a really big ass hill, you know what I'm sayin'?
And I just kind of pinned it
I thought maybe I could keep going, but
Well, there was nothing at the top
And the ground just sorta fell out from underneath me
And the bike got fucked, but somehow I got back up
Walked out
I just walked out, you know?
I'm a carbureted suicide machine
I am the rocker
I am the roller
I am an out-of-controller
I'm the Nightrider, baby