Motorbike
In your room, I'm listening to your song
It's the best I've ever heard
Your trembling chest is poking out
Through the gaps between buttons on your shirt
I've hung around here too long
I've hung around here too long
I'm rushing out the backdoor with all I've taken from our home
I'm selling everything you gave me
Making a fortune from that loan
Voices call and reach me out across the ridge
They shout "Thief! Thief!", and you led the mob
And your torch lit up the square
Well, that's done it now
All I want is a Yamaha Motorbike
To ride and ride and ride
That's what I need
To sit on the open road
And ride and ride
I'll jilt you in broad daylight
The children stop their play
Housewives stop work to watch
Just to see me riding away
Just to catch a glimpse of my brand new V-Max engine
That'll be the scene
That's the story they recount every Sunday lunch
To anyone interested or not
To visitors, actors, travelling salesmen, and cops
But I always wish that I knew just what you thought
Would you love someone like me
If you knew you would not get caught?
You led the village through the hills and chased me to a ditch
But I would not lie down, I drove on
This town is fucked
It's the best I've ever heard
Your trembling chest is poking out
Through the gaps between buttons on your shirt
I've hung around here too long
I've hung around here too long
I'm rushing out the backdoor with all I've taken from our home
I'm selling everything you gave me
Making a fortune from that loan
Voices call and reach me out across the ridge
They shout "Thief! Thief!", and you led the mob
And your torch lit up the square
Well, that's done it now
All I want is a Yamaha Motorbike
To ride and ride and ride
That's what I need
To sit on the open road
And ride and ride
I'll jilt you in broad daylight
The children stop their play
Housewives stop work to watch
Just to see me riding away
Just to catch a glimpse of my brand new V-Max engine
That'll be the scene
That's the story they recount every Sunday lunch
To anyone interested or not
To visitors, actors, travelling salesmen, and cops
But I always wish that I knew just what you thought
Would you love someone like me
If you knew you would not get caught?
You led the village through the hills and chased me to a ditch
But I would not lie down, I drove on
This town is fucked
Credits
Writer(s): Geordie Greep, Seth Evans
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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