歌词
Stretching in the back of a white mercedes
Feeling as holy as ****
Well I don’t know why you wouldn’t be so sorry
Dazed by the sudden darkness of my days
A poison that refuses to disappear
Ingested in high doses in the past decay
God this passion is stronger than a spell
Under a clean swept summer sky
Passing through a wilderness of crumbling bricks and rusty steel, driving around
Driving around in a 1960’s mercedes
Wind blows
In a hurry,
Easing the pain of my woes I messed up
God i feel so sorry
Driving around in a 1960’s mercedes
Wind blows
In a hurry,
Easing the pain of my woes I messed up
God i feel so sorry
Shops selling fake watches and cheap suits
Watermelon wrapped in plastic
Faceless dolls strutting around
God this city is one of a kind, one of a kind,
This city’s one of a kind, one of a kind, one of a kind
Rolling in a bed drenched in our warm tears
Feeling as lonely as ****
Well, all i see now is how defeated we are
Always seeking the unattainable
You’ve wasted all your ammunition
All to ponder my shame and seclusion
Driving around in a 1960’s mercedes
Wind blows
In a hurry,
Easing the pain of my woes I messed up
God i feel so sorry
Shops selling fake watches and cheap suits
Watermelon wrapped in plastic
Faceless dolls strutting around
God this city is one of a kind, one of a kind,
This city’s one of a kind, one of a kind, one of a kind
Driving around in a 1960’s mercedes
Wind blows
In a hurry,
Easing the pain of my woes I messed up
God i feel so sorry
Driving around in a 1960’s mercedes
Wind blows
In a hurry,
Easing the pain of my woes I messed up
God i feel so sorry
Driving around in a 1960’s mercedes
Wind blows
In a hurry,
Easing the pain of my woes I messed up
God i feel so sorry