In the death car текст
In the death car текст
howling wind is whistling in the night My dog is growling in the dark Something’s pulling me outside To ride around in circles |
I know that you have got the time
Coz anything I want, you do
You’ll take a ride through the strangers
Who don’t understand how to feel
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, in the death car
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, in the death car
I’ll let some air come in the window
Kind of wakes me up a little
I don’t turn on the radio
Coz they play shit, like. You know
When your hand was down on my dick
It felt quite amazing
And now that, that is all over
All we’ve got is the silence
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, in the death car
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, in the death car
When I touched you I felt that you still had your baby fat
And a little taste of baby’s breath
Makes me forget about death
At your age you’re still joking
It ain’t time yet for the choking
So now we can see and see each other truly
In the death car, we’re alive
I want to hear some mandolins
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, in the death car
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, in the death car
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, in the death car
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car, we’re alive
In the death car.
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