Écrit par doctoravalanche
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01-08-2007 |
Lay me down the long white line Leave the sirens far behind me Call me weird and call me Friday Call me when the sun goes down We will find a public highway We will wind the windows down Call me at the magic hour When the morals run to ground Effects yeild to speed and power While the wheels go wheeling round and round Life is short and life is cruel But we have fear and we have fuel We are never coming down Drench the future on the glass Lines across the middle And the mountain places, ever faster Rushing through the shame and shadow While the pleasure flashes past The sound that fills the big black cars Is ours, the drum machines and fast guitars But use your mad acceleration We are never coming down We will live forever While the wheels go wheeling round and round Call me weird and call me Friday Call me when the sun goes down We will fly along the highway We will wind the windows down Call me at the magic hour When the morals run to ground Reason yeilds to speed and power While the wheels go wheeling round and round |