You torched a Saab like a pile of leavesI’d gone to find some better wheelsFour, five meters running round the bendWhen the government agents surround you againIf Diane Young won’t change your mindBaby, baby, baby, baby right on time


Fucking cocks

You torched a Saab like a pile of leaves
I’d gone to find some better wheels
Four, five meters running round the bend
When the government agents surround you again
If Diane Young won’t change your mind
Baby, baby, baby, baby right on time

Fucking cocks