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Tomahawk - Letras


Tomahawk - Album




101 North


 
Hitch a ride, hitch a ride

Eagles swirl and they pick up the bones?

I'll shut you down like a bank on a Sunday

The engine has no stories to tell

Because there's no-one to tell 'em to

The last drugstore has sold the very last pill



Out on the road and I am high enough, thumb's up

You're pullin' over, gonna pick me up, shut up!

The rusty wiper blades move along, in song

Having a lonely body in your car, shut up

My piece is in your ear

Movin' fast, thinkin' clear

I'll squeeze if you don't steer

And follow the line straighter!

You are the bullet, I am the gun, I won

Screw on the silencer and have some fun



Grey highway, deserting me

Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way



Hitch a ride, hitch a ride

Treading water in an ocean of champagne

You blow a sparkplug when you see a drop of blood

And how many joyrides will it take

The sombre spasms habouring



Those pulsing neon hangovers, hang me

It's Friday night, I'm gonna fuck or fight, that's right

This time all I need is one more ride, shut up!

I'm car-jacking on a fine spring afternoon

Don't kid a kidder, don't shit a bullshitter

I'm hotter than the crack you're cookin' up, heat up

I'm colder than the smack you're jackin' up, shut up!

I'm a balloon and I am losin' air, beware

Squeek, ah, squeek

There's blood on me!´



Grey highway, deserting me

Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way

Hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride

Hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride...







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