Lyrics:
Tonight there's pain Tonight there's fear Tonight it's cold now you're not here The sound of tyres out in the wet That's as close to you as I can
massacres Three tyrants torn away in a winter's month Four prisoners framed by a dirty judge Five burned with tyres Six men still inside And seven more
on the road with four bald tyres Top boys, liars, unuh gyaldem, friers Me and my dons jump off of the plane like frequent fliers I'll Friday the 13th MCs,
a brain deh pon a flyer (One) It a wire get a suit and pick a prayer (Pick) Rifle shot a flick a vehicle split a tyre Nine bines a run up in a yuh body
at homeNow I shan't be peddling any higher'Cos a sharp sputnik has given me a cosmic flat tyre
Lyrics, can't retire lyrics Got the McClaren on the road, black tyre lyrics Come alive with this drama Jump out on man and disarm ya Ed got you in
tight Use to fuck with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't Pirrelli wit the chrome dip, so don't flip
spun the leather wheel He was burning oil In second gear As the tyres loudly squealed And the bouncers on the kerb Jumped right out of the way
Well, I was goin' down the highway To see my baby Ruth Car broke down, tyre blew out Found a telephone booth I tried to call my honey What was
the house Homos roaming the streets in packs Queer bashers with tyre-jacks Lesbian counter-attacks That stuff is for the big cities Our town is very
the house Homos roaming the streets in packs Queer bashers with tyre-jacks Lesbian counter-attacks That stuff is for the big cities Our town is very
turning lights keep falling White walled tyres keep burning Find out fast, Find out hard, Your little Lincoln, Little Ford Find out fast, What the can
(Cry, baby) I heard a cry at night, I heard him slam the door There was a screech of tyres, but he'll be back for sure Now through my apartment
forlorn you lie Scraped and drossed by the wind Savaged by the tyres and tossed in the tar Broken on the English dirt A carcass for the carrion crow
the naked wooden floors of a new house, bike tyres and long-discontinued cigarette brands. A dust that conjured pools of evening light, mysterious journeys,
a burning tyre Serpent at the gates of wisdom Where do you belong? Wisdom cannot be transmitted It keeps you hanging on Do you really serve the Devil
on the beltway I'm bumper to bumper and nose to tail Oh baby I see your gleaming spires but I'm out on all four tyres Oh baby Well it's Chocka at the Hogarth Where
much it hurts he cursed As his truck tyres lurched down the Old dirt track road again She fell in love with a beautiful stranger There's no arrangement
On the night that Maxton died I fell over The Clyde was full of old Tyres The wind nearly pulled my Breeches off And Ann Kelly She kissed my
Put another log on the fire. Cook me up some bacon and some beans. And go out to the car and change the tyre. Wash my socks and sew my old blue
up with clients And these opps can't tell me bout riding I had their whole block smelling like tyres And I know what it feels like to be dead Broke cah
is You gon' see me pullin' up Wheels spinnin' like Ferris wheels You gon' see me sildin' by shinier That's some tyre shine Accordin' to my watch You
On the night that Maxton died I fell over The Clyde was full of old tyres The wind nearly pulled my Breeches off And Ann Kelly She kissed my
I heard a cry at night, I heard him slam the door There was a screech of tyres, but he'll be back for sure Now through my apartment wall, I can
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