Like 1973
Tremble at the sound of my engine
Thinking
And praying
You can't do both
Pick your favourite one and move on
Oh, you're staying?
If you're hanging round here you'd better watch your back.
Drinking
And weighing
There's nothing left
The planet is an apple core
We ain't playing
You've got stretchy trousers
And a Chrysler Hemi 426
One hundred years from now you won't be sitting here
But you know who will?
Your pouting flexing spawn
The one's that you got born
The children of the corn
They're gonna help you on your way.
Tremble at the sound of my engine
Back up man
We don't need to see
Tremble at the sound of my engine
A golden Ford Capri
Like 1973
Tremble at the sound of my engine
Sinking
And praying
Now that's a combination I can really get behind
(are you sinking?)
What you saying?
(are you drowning?)
The sound of drowning's making
Science lies harder to hear
Tremble at the sound of my engine
Back up man
We don't need to see
Tremble at the sound of my engine
A golden Ford Capri
Like 1973
Tremble at the sound of my engine...
The engines turn
The oil burns
To choke the skies
The seas will rise
The world afire
Generation's ire
The youth can't leave
As millions grieve
A bullet today
A crash tomorrow
How long before
They come for you
Thinking
And praying
You can't do both
Pick your favourite one and move on
Oh, you're staying?
If you're hanging round here you'd better watch your back.
Drinking
And weighing
There's nothing left
The planet is an apple core
We ain't playing
You've got stretchy trousers
And a Chrysler Hemi 426
One hundred years from now you won't be sitting here
But you know who will?
Your pouting flexing spawn
The one's that you got born
The children of the corn
They're gonna help you on your way.
Tremble at the sound of my engine
Back up man
We don't need to see
Tremble at the sound of my engine
A golden Ford Capri
Like 1973
Tremble at the sound of my engine
Sinking
And praying
Now that's a combination I can really get behind
(are you sinking?)
What you saying?
(are you drowning?)
The sound of drowning's making
Science lies harder to hear
Tremble at the sound of my engine
Back up man
We don't need to see
Tremble at the sound of my engine
A golden Ford Capri
Like 1973
Tremble at the sound of my engine...
The engines turn
The oil burns
To choke the skies
The seas will rise
The world afire
Generation's ire
The youth can't leave
As millions grieve
A bullet today
A crash tomorrow
How long before
They come for you
Credits
Writer(s): Chrisrtopher William Harris, Christopher Stephen Dabner, Christopher William Harris, Niki Jones, Peter Geoffrey Nightingale
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