is this a free seat? which way're you heading? you keep pushing and you keep pushing between the whipcrack and the moonbeams I said coachman where're we heading? the gleaming teeth of the inbetween I can hear some people laughing is this a stitch up? I am not willing so I'm turning you off, then I'm counting
I regret I turn the clock back to where I wasn't taken in I jump out of the window and get lost in the jetstream
this is a ghost coach that we are riding damp decay and splintering between the whipcrack and the moonbeams I can hear some people laughing
we need a rubber man we need a stretchy man I'm not sure I am welcome
you are a fool and this is over over the cliffs of Dover
I regret I turn the clock back to where I wasn't taken in I jump out of the window and get lost in the jetstream
you're beautiful until I get close you have the eyes of a mountain goat a coat of mildew a bad smell and the strap broke in my hand
now I wanna turn back I wanna turn back turn back I wanna turn back I wanna turn back turn back turn back I wanna turn back
we need a rubber man we need a stretchy man a rubber man we need a stretchy man