evening in the city
children running home
i only feel the steering wheel
i only see the chrome
sidewalks aren´t made for me
walking ain´t my job
all i want is drive a benz
and fuck all breaking cops
i´m a driver
living on the street
got an engine
it´s everything i need
driving
driving on and on
driving
driving on and on and on and on and....
my fires are high rising
when i smell the gasoline
praise the fast lord of velocity
who made me part of this machine
driving
driving on and on
driving
driving on and on and on and on and....
words: j. vogeltanz 1995/2000
Submitted by Guest