You′re fucking good company
We fuckin' like you
Maestro
A howling wind is blowing in the night
My dog is barking in the dark
Something is pulling me outside
To ride around in circles
I know that you have got the time
′Cause anything I want, you'll do
You'll take a ride through the strangers
Who don′t understand how to feel
In the deathcar, we′re alive
In the deathcar
We're alive
I′ll let some air come in the window
It kind of wakes me up a little
I don't turn on the radio
′Cause they play shit, like, you know
When your hand was on my dick
That felt quite amazing
And now that, that is all over
All we've had is the silence
In the deathcar, we′re alive
In the deathcar
We're alive
Now when I touched you, I felt that
You still had your baby fat
And a little taste of baby's breath
Makes me forget about death
At your age, you′re still joking
It′s not time yet for the choking
So now we own the movie
And know each other truly
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar
I want to hear the sound of some mandolins
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah, hey-hey
In the deathcar, in the deathcar
Aw!
Aw Aw!
Thank you
Yeah
Writer(s): James Newell Jr. Osterberg, Goran Bregovic, Dominique Marfisi, Philippe Olivieri, Gabrielle Baldassari Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
