Fuel and Fingernails

Diesel pump spinnin' like a slot machine Twenty dollar bill don't feel a

damn thing. Working all week just to feed that tank. Praying the car

don't come back blank. Fuel and fingernails keeping me alive. Bleeding green just

to make these wheels drive. Fuel and fingernails burning up my pay.

But I'll roll till the rubber wears away. Cost of living on the black

top's high. Every little bite's a bigger slice of pie. Still the road

keeps calling my name. But the pump and the rent play the same

old game. Fuel and fingernails keeping me alive. Bleeding green just to make these