Highway One Zero Street where Elvis buys his Pabst You're not leaving are you baby? Has the hotel collapsed? Zero Street Highway One where auto collision is fun, Your suntan's a cancer burn, and your motorcycle, Your motorcycle is your gun
I can't believe I'm feeding cockroaches in the biggest jungle known to man Right where the heart of Chinatown cuts into old Siam I'm writing letters to the aliens, at midnight I rip down the shade And there she sits, Queen of the Heavens Saying Mexican silver is what true love weighs
Guns crack out on the boulevard spitting fire way down on the row Cruisers flip out on the warpath, a pack of dogs attacks the old wino I'm pleading don't let anybody hurt him, and it's a midnight parade There goes the Blessed Soul of the Virgin Patron Saint of all chambermaids
At the Condos de los Matadores where they hung Fatty Arbuckle's balls Your kid sister's sitting, kicking drugs on a Bedouin rug in the hall I'm writing letters to the aliens, at midnight I rip down the shade And there she sits, Queen of the Heavens Saying Mexican silver is what true love weighs
Highway One Zero Street where Elvis buys his Pabst You're not leaving are you baby? Has the hotel collapsed? Zero Street Highway One where auto collision is fun, Your suntan's a cancer burn, and your motorcycle, Your motorcycle is your gun.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
