the street, you heard a sigh of air brakes as a long good-bye. oh how i wish i could join you in the sky. to get out and up, away, into the light. but
off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights
Ever since I was younger, I was into video games Tron or whatever, it didn't matter the name Thousands of my dollars, have been poured Into all types
her name as the darkness hit home, raised up your zippo and opened the skies till the crowd melts away, at the end of the day, you ran out of light, Praying
and a cup of Joe Back into the Ford with the windows rolled up So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely With the lights out it's less dangerous
and ask 'why if every light is dark do I continue dancing?' why if every light is dark do I continue dancing? why if every light is dark do I continue
I've thought of every word I'd say Give or take a few But she turns and slowly walks away What am I supposed to do Hey - turn up your radio Oh - there
these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one
crazy baby Don't put out the light... The light, the light, the light The light... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
your mind 'Cause you're never alone I am the voice inside your head And the eyes in your radio I'm the eyes in your radio Hello Mr. Racecar driver
was a truckin' man I'd have my radio screamin' on the AM band All night drivin' by dashboard lights If I was a truckin' man Now I can't let my life slip away
dyin' on my radio set Every light shines out on a sunday Heaven sent with guilt and regret I am lost in your acetylene light, so bad One more trip, one
fire burned every wire down. Now the moonlight lights up all of the dirty backroads. Ohhh ohhh. Past the graveyard family plot where everyone I know...goes. Drive away
't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights
song I push weight on the corner, send weight to the coroner When courage make him turn performer I transform into Uma Therman, a dude's version Verses
