Orange Crush – Editors – letras

Follow me, don’t follow meI’ve got my spine, I’ve got my orange crushCollar me, don’t collar meI’ve got my spine, I’ve got my orange crushWe are agents of the freeI’ve had my fun and now its time toServe your conscience overseas (over me, not over me)Coming in fast, over me[repeat verse]High on the roof,Thin the blood,Another one on the waves tonight,Comin’ in, you’re homeWe’d circle and we’d circle and we’d circle to stop and consider andCentered on the pavement stacked up all the trucks jacked up andOur wheels in slush and orange crush in pocket and all this here countyHell any county it’s just like heaven here and I was remembering and IWas just in a different county and all then this whirlybird that IHeaded for I had my goggles pulled off I knew it all I knew every backRoad and every truck stop[repeat verse and chorus]