Dull powder blue paint job. Earl scheib special. Dashboard full of talismans to try and push fate. Rabbit skull hanging from the rearview. Six kicking cylinders, lined up straight, And I ride. And I glide down the streets of this city all night, uptight. Jenny's on the cellular, high as a kite.
There's a crack in the windshield eighteen inches long. Evaporating snow forming crystals on the chrome. Brand new battery I shoplifted from the pep boys. Full cranking power to bring me on home, And I ride. And I glide down the streets of this city all night, uptight. Jenny's on the cellular, high as a kite. Sometimes the moon shines like a beacon to the weary and the sick in spirit. Sometimes... sometimes it's dark.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
