Will you be my Mary Magdalene,
would you be my American dream
Will you mix your perfume up,
from diesel fumes and gasoline
Be my sweet insurgence, load the magazine
Let's shoot out the lights tonight, we've been waiting too long for them to turn green

Now, take the wheel, the highway's clear
I got the throttle, now baby you steer
Let’s squeeze every drop out of this machine
The coffee, the diesel, the methamphetamines
'Til this Goddamn rig can't run no faster
Baby ain't we a, beautiful disaster

Stars burn their brightest, just before they burn out
Here in our prime, I know it's just the way of things
So if were short on years, baby we're long on miles
So let's grind the gears, and sink the needle in the red on all the dials

REPEAT CHORUS

You know I love to watch them angels
Fightin' over you
Heaven knows they left me... long ago

Oooh, la salvadora, oh, sweet catastrophe
Ahh, siren song, the captain says there's nothing wrong
As I dash my ship upon your shore, a mad, drunk, and reckless troubadour
I'm outside here hollerin' at your door, begging you for more of you

Now, take the wheel, the highway's clear
I got the throttle, now baby you steer
Let’s squeeze every drop out of this machine
The coffee, the diesel, the methamphetamines
'Til this horses scream we can't run no faster
Baby ain't we a, beautiful disaster
Baby ain't we a...beautiful disaster


Lyrics submitted by RogerClyne

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    General CommentA Springsteen homage, with a Clyne twist. Great song.
    RogerClyneon May 15, 2010   Link
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    General CommentI can't get enough of this song. To the point it inspired a tattoo! This is how I think love should end up feeling. Caution to the wind!
    wendytime73on September 01, 2011   Link

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