The Passenger
Artist: Iggy Pop
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The Passenger Lyrics

I am the passenger
An' I ride and I ride
I ride through the city backsides
I see the stars come out in the sky
Yeah, the bright and hallowed sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hallowed sky
Over the city's ripped bare sky
And everything looks good tonight
A-singin'
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Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
We'll see the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hallowed sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
Stars made for us tonight
(La la la la la la la la)
Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides an' he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the slight and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride
And see what's mine
A-singin'
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Ooh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window side
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hallowed sky
He sees the city sleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
An' all of it is yours and mine
An' all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride
A-singin'
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la
A-singin'
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
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Sons of Anarchy Quotes

Jax: Some days you're the Beamer, some days you're the goddamn deer.
Chibs: Some yuppie creamed it out by the streams.
Jax: He run into it or hit a tree while it was giving him head?
Half-Sack: How the hell you want me to get it out of there? (Jax gets a chainsaw) Come on. Jesus, man.
Jax: Just pretend its carve your on steak night at the sizzler.
Half-Sack: I don't eat meat, man.
Jax: Figure it out, grunt.

A true outlaw finds the balance between the passion in his heart and the reason in his mind. The outcome is the balance of might and right.

Jax Teller [voiceover, reading his fathers memoirs]