Time counts and keeps countin', and we knows now finding the trick of what's been and lost ain't no easy ride.
But that's our trek, we gotta' travel it. And there ain't nobody knows where it's gonna' lead. Still in all, every night we does the tell, so that we 'member who we was and where we came from...
but most of all we 'members the Cult that finded us, them that came the salvage. And we lights the city, not just for them, but for all of them that are still out there. 'Cause we knows there come a night, when they sees the distant light, and they'll be comin' ...
So we better get out there and start this party.
Well, talk about a day in Southern California where a bunch of cat's met for a Wuss Ride to destinations unknown. Life is so strange. Just to get to the start of the Wuss Ride most were already completely soaked and the ride itself was 80 miles over the hill to the middle of nowhere. These be the true in the mix of many. Slab City was out of the question... so a new location was determined to be our best last hope.
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