Freestyle on the freeway In the last days Of the old age Lets her style make the replay Moves miles past the cliché In the smell of death in the gasoline This was someone’s dream But we woke up In the smell of life from the passing trees This is what she needs And she knows it And she knows it And she knows it
She’s got lipstick on the dashboard Rolls dice with her eyes when she leans forward Old map with the numbers and names Place and places Never the same In the smell of death in the gasoline This was someone’s dream But we woke up In the smell of life from the passing trees This is what she needs And she knows it And she knows it And she knows it
In the smell of death in the gasoline This was someone’s dream But we woke up In the smell of life from the passing trees This is what she needs And she knows it And she knows it And she knows it