In your room, I'm listening to your song
It's the best I ever heard
Your tiny trembling chest is poking out
Between the 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 left me
I'm making a fortune from that loan
Voices call and reach me out across the ridge
They shout “Thief! Thief!”, and you led the mob
You're running ??? 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 in the passenger seat
And ride and ride
I'll shoot you all in broad daylight
The children stopped their playing
??? to watch
Just to see me ride in waves
Just to see my brand new V-Max engine
??? scene
That's the story they will tell every Sunday lunch
To anyone interested or not
Every ???
??? 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 down to a ditch
But I would not lie down, I drove on
This town is fucked
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