Staying stoned on Highway 401nIn a band of southern Ontario bastard sonsnI let my soul slip into the sunnand watched it sink just over KingstonnnI left my heart in Old Montrealnou les femme sont belle and their legs so longnI'm running on empty but still running onnInto the red flaming edges with no redemption songnnDon't the houses all look haunted in every farm we passnAll the crumbling beauties each new division's trashnWe don't pay for our sins, no god saves our soulsnIn the name of the daughters and sons of the holy smokenAnd the holy smoke with no redemption songnn