Brian Zerff and Brian Gash
Another pack of cigarettes, another wad of cash
Another pair of prairie boys cruising down the road
Another waitress screaming for the money that she's owed

Brian Zerff is twenty-one
He swears he never fired that gun
He grew up in a prairie town
He loves to put the prairie down
He used to dream of drumming loud
Before a screaming city crowd
His father made him get a job
He's just another prairie slob

Brian Gash and Brian Zerff
Too late to sail the seven seas, too far away to surf
Any other prairie boys would never have got so far
But where could two such prairie boys have gotten such a car?

Brian Gash is seventeen
He used to date a beauty queen
He speaks the language of the earth
He's quick to anger, slow to mirth
One day he took an awful chance
At his high school's senior dance
He tried to live a fairy tale
He's just another prairie male

Brian Zerff and Brian Gash
Another pack of cigarettes, another wad of cash
Another pair of prairie boys getting smashed on Bud
Another waitress crying in a puddle of her blood

Brian Gash and Brian Zerff
Just doing wheelies in the turf
They left behind their prairie town
Wait till their parents track them down
They're headed south on eighty-five
While one boy sleeps the other drives
If you see them be sure to smile
They're going to Cali for a while

Brian Gash and Brian Zerff
Too late to sail the seven seas, too far away to surf
Another stolen auto and a pair of prairie males
Now these boys are living out a prairie fairy tale
Now these boys are living out a prairie fairy tale
Now these boys are living out a prairie fairy tale