Текст песни
[Куплет 1] You got beef jerky I got salt on my lips Paper sack in your lap Melting peanut butter chips [Предприпев] Map folded twice Sun on the dash Your fingers tear the wrapper Like a flag in a crash [Припев] 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 [Куплет 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 [Предприпев] Window halfway down Hair full of wind Every sticky little thing Tastes better with you in it [Припев] 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 [Бридж] 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 [Припев] 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
