Artist: Goran Bregovic Album: P.S. Title: In The Deathcar
A howling wind is whistling in the night My dog is growling in the dark Something's pulling me outside To ride around in circles I know that you have got the time Coz anything I want, you do You'll take a ride through the strangers Who don't understand how to feel In the deathcar, we're alive In the deathcar, we're alive
I'll let some air come in the window Kind of wakes me up a little I don't turn on the radio Coz they play shit, like....You know When your hand was down on my dick It felt quite amazing And now that, that is all over All we've got is the silence In the deathcar, we're alive In the deathcar, we're alive So come on mandolins, play
When I touched you I felt that you still had your baby fat And a little taste of baby's breath Makes me forget about death At your age you're still joking It ain't time yet for the choking So now we can see the movie and see each other truly In the deathcar, we're alive In the deathcar, we're alive I want to hear some mandolins