Crematory - Orange crush

Follow me, don't follow me I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush Collar me, don't collar me I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush We are agents of the free I've had my fun and now its time to Serve your conscience overseas (over me, not over me)Coming in fast, over me High on the roof,thin the blood,another one climbs on the waves tonight,comin' in, you're home We'd circle and we'd circle and we'd circle to stop and consider andcentered on the pavement stacked up all the trucks jacked up andour wheels in slush and orange crush in pocket and all this here countyhell any county it's just like heaven here and I was remembering and Iwas just in a different county and all then this whirlybird that Iheaded for I had my goggles pulled off I knew it all I knew every backroad and every truck stop