And I will
rip up the night
raise hell
for the hell of it
ride until the
road rolls up
behind me
until my tires
burn off the rims
and the sun
comes up to
stop me
dead
in my tracks
(D. James)
And I will
rip up the night
raise hell
for the hell of it
ride until the
road rolls up
behind me
until my tires
burn off the rims
and the sun
comes up to
stop me
dead
in my tracks
(D. James)
Broken glass
from some minor crime
strewn across the road
And someone won’t
be happy in the morning
(D. James)
the yellow sign says
do not enter when flooded
why would you do that
(D. James)