| The Streets – Roof Of Your Car Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Gaze up to the skies Truth you've opened up my eyes On the leg and a wing We'll be winging it hard On the wing of prayer On the wing of a car Between radio stations and tuned-in verse Are echoes of the creation of this Universe Stars don't light up Stars reflect I don't light up We reflect You then light up I deflect Just the racket of crickets And this packet of biscuits Some flat out big riffs And a fat lemon bifter On the roof of your car at the stars (x3) Through to the star Gaze up to the skies Truth you've opened up my eyes One day they're gonna make electrical implants for the brain that Simulate raving sensations away Imagine the dilemma For the man and his penance If he can get fucked Without hanging his health up Would this be illegal (no no no) Would the Daily Mail rail on it? Is this evil to need to escape these cages' On the roof of your car at the stars (x3) Through to the star Gaze up to the skies Truth you've opened up my eyes Pull out the glove box Blanket in the boot Yesterday's sweets are hankering for some fruit In a rainproof jacket on the sunroof Sack it I wish on a star I wish for a bar with a cigar Start up the engine til the battery doesn't flatten The music on the shuffle is becoming a patent I don't know what that is On the roof of your car at the stars x3) Through to the star Like some Ballardian nightmare from 1986 Let the satellite navigation system guide us to the Styx We ride on her direction through the night while up to tricks So the authority like figures don't find us with ours spliffs On the roof of your car at the stars (x3) Through to the star Gaze up to the skies Truth you've opened up my eyes |
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