Fuel – Daan – letras

oh my litle thiefyou’ve been slipping through the wrong seeveon my little yaht all we thought about was shore leavesingle exhaust truck doomed to vanish in it¹s own mistoh I liked the plan but you had to pick the wrong menyou needed four or fiveand one to park & drivea parking lot benderone in one out of mindand one to kill your timeI shot all your darlingsmy imperfect crimeone to confront me with burdons beyond meone to keep me high and dry(with) rain falling out of a clear blue skyone to control me one not to call meone to be what I am not chainsaw cutting a forget me not- (change very scene but never the plot)for my memory non stop shifted all entries(with a) time based tendancyto pick out snobs and call them hippiesI said we needed fueland one way roads are cruelbut somehow we¹ld get thereI¹ll trade my wine for fueland dance around the stoolmechanical bullshitnot a one life hitmeanwhile i was – out there filling tanksyou were pushing up my daisiesstrand on fuel flood bankswith a blindfold in the hazy