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Album: Lonely Driver
By: Lonely Driver
By: Lonely Driver
Duration
3:33
Genres
Description
Song is about girls, cars, music, government, and rebellion, and how all the good kinds are pretty hard to find these days..
Lyrics
V1 Good rock got lost far behind, Cool cars faded out, then I died, Because the big hearts fell apart And everybody lost their drive.. So feedback heart-attack are you alive, Or did ya choke on the goddamn American pie, when the senators and everybody better than you told you a lie? Short skirts, whores, flirts, Where did you go? And if you're sleepin on the sidewalk, I want you to know that I would give my last dime anytime to take you home.. But my simple, chauvinistical requirements are.. you gotta love rock, pillow talk, and kiss me hard, Cause I've been livin where the lovin aint and nobody can play the guitar. Chorus So dance, dance, what do ya say? Take off yer pants, pants, show me they way across the tracks Where the blacks play the sax and they know how to play. V2 And who am I to rewrite the good radio? Big brotha got it all under control. He's got the sound by the balls, And your town till it falls in the ocean. So walk proud, talk loud, shoot out the light, and if yer ganna say you love her, brother do it tonight, Then turn it up another notch until the cops are killing all your comotion. Chorus Where the feedback heart attack is still on the rise, and every Sherri with a cherry's got that look in her eyes, wearin lipstick so thick, you'd better think of something to say. Repeat chorus twice The End.
