I've been so many different places But i still ain't seen a thing Ten thousand miles straight own these thin white dotted lines My eyes are starting to sting We travel small town to big city to play our favorite dives These are probably going to be the best days of our lives
So here we go, back on the road again And wish me well, I've got no soul left to sell Although we may not have very much to show for it now At least we have these stories to tell Yeah we're definitely going to hell
We've been stranded in the desert Even had a broken heater in the cold We're alway waiting for another night to fall These driving day, they seem so long Well these times ain't always easy And our moneys running dry These are probably going to be the best days of our lives
So here we go, back on the road again And wish me well, I've got no soul left to sell Although we may not have very much to show for it now At least we have these stories to tell Yeah we're definitely going to hell
So here's to far off places Here's to the dotted line And here's to pretty faces We leave so far behind Good friends we won't forget And This Prison cell we drive These are probably going to be the best days of our lives
So here we go, back on the road again And wish me well, I've got no soul left to sell Although we may not have very much to show for it now At least we have these stories to tell Yeah we're definitely going to hell
We been on tour forever And this van it f*cking smells We're definitely going to hell