Lyrics

Retired rail ties, 0.9 wire
Neighbour kid on the fencing pliers
Fargo that turns over fine
At 40 below if you cuss it right

A sly thumb of Rye sometimes
Keep a bottle hid with the Bio-Mycin
You can dull the edge, you can look ahead
But can’t get there, it goes on forever

Oh it just goes on forever
You keep your head down, it goes on forever

But I’ve got plates for purple gas
Oh I’ve got plates for purple gas