Maximum Headroom

Immigration stares and a Geddy Lee tattoo
Every step you take there's a crunching sound under your shoes
It fills you up with mediocre, imitation blues
It's getting kinda rough in here I think I'll make my move.

So she's getting horny and feeling kinda sly
It's set on autopilot so let's just dim the lights
Anyone can taste it in the air if they try
A special kind of trauma with visitation rights

I need
Maximum
Maximum
Maximum headroom with room enough to groove

They say that patience is the province of the wise
So hold your fire until you see the whites of their eyes
She's gonna try and fool you, it comes as no surprise
She'll promise you that voodoo then you're fighting for your life

I need
Maximum
Maximum
Maximum headroom with room enough to groove

I need room enough to groove
I need room enough for two
I need room for me and you
I need room enough to groove

I need
Maximum
Maximum
Maximum headroom with room enough to groove



Credits
Writer(s): Pablo Silva Martinez, Claude Allan Robillard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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