Lyrics
[Verse 1] You got beef jerky I got salt on my lips Paper sack in your lap Melting peanut butter chips [Pre-Chorus] Map folded twice Sun on the dash Your fingers tear the wrapper Like a flag in a crash [Chorus] Gas station picnic Gas station picnic (hey) Pop the top, pass it quick Gas station picnic Gas station picnic (oh) We make a feast out of grit [Verse 2] Cherry soda fizzing On the leather seat Orange peel moons At my feet, at my feet You say "pick a lane" I say "pick the last fry" We laugh at the crumbs And the miles flying by [Pre-Chorus] Window halfway down Hair full of wind Every sticky little thing Tastes better with you in it [Chorus] Gas station picnic Gas station picnic (hey) Pop the top, pass it quick Gas station picnic Gas station picnic (oh) We make a feast out of grit [Bridge] Broken sunflower seeds On the console seam Tomato-flavored chips Like a cheap summer dream And if the road goes long We’ll keep on chewing slow Little paper kingdom Where the whole world goes [Chorus] Gas station picnic Gas station picnic (hey) Pop the top, pass it quick Gas station picnic Gas station picnic (oh) We make a feast out of grit
