They’ve got the orders breathing down their necks I’ve got the motives, but I’m not a bad man Phones turn to locusts, ringing in the shed I found a spine set deep inside my neck
It was at 6 or 7, I was late, but you know how I am I reach the motorcade with all my luck in hand I plan to stay up Sun mutilates against my car Your secret’s safe They’ll never find out where you are
Lace up the bags, seal up the deck round the chrome carousel Dizzily tailed by hyenas of debt To fill up on time, you set a fire under me A fire under me, fire under me
It was 6 or 7 but you know how I am I reach the motorcade with all my luck in hand I plan to stay up late sun mutilates against my car Your secrets safe with me, they’ll never find out where you are