evening in the city
children running home
i only feel the steering wheel
i only see the chrome

sidewalks aren´t made for me
walking ain´t my job
all i want is drive a benz
and fuck all breaking cops

i´m a driver
living on the street
got an engine
it´s everything i need

driving
driving on and on
driving
driving on and on and on and on and....

my fires are high rising
when i smell the gasoline
praise the fast lord of velocity
who made me part of this machine

driving
driving on and on
driving
driving on and on and on and on and....

words: j. vogeltanz 1995/2000

Losowe piosenki:
Same Fool
Mit Dem Kopf Durch Die Wand
Emotional Stain
Torsten Hällde Brännvin I Ett Glas ĺt Karin Söder
Upside Down
Sensuality
Vogelperspektive
Judgement Failed