Suburban assault vehicles
The calling day we all seem to know
Comes speeding at us now head on..
Come on down to the fuel funeral
The pyre's high and it's burning down
We're staring at the fuel funeral
Say a prayer and then throw in your cup!
They tell you all that you wanna know
The roads are paved with a heart of gold
They turn you out on the inside
Kill your world as they come alive.
Come on down to the Fuel Funeral
'cause you ain't got too much more to lose
There's only trouble and obstacles
They're all waiting for you for you…
Contributed by giorgio - 2010/2/5 - 12:29
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