4.33 am (running shoes)
Roger watersThe soles of my running shoes gripping the tarmac
Like gunmetal magnets
Fixed on the fron of her Fassbinder face
Was the kind of a smile
That only a rather dull child could have drawn
While attempting a graveyard in the moonlight
But she was impressed
You could see that she thought I looked fine
And when she turned sweeter
The reason (between you and me) was
She'd just seen my green Lamborghini
So we went for a spin in the country
To feel the wind in our hair
To feel the power of my engine
To feel the thrill of desire
And then in the trees I heard a twig snap
Warning lights flashed on my map
I opened my eyes and to my surprise
So I stood by the roadside
The soles of my running shoes gripping the tarmac
Like gunmetal magnets
Fixed on the fron of her Fassbinder face
Was the kind of a smile
That only a rather dull child could have drawn
While attempting a graveyard in the moonlight
But she was impressed
You could see that she thought I looked fine
And when she turned sweeter
The reason (between you and me) was
She'd just seen my green Lamborghini
So we went for a spin in the country
To feel the wind in our hair
To feel the power of my engine
To feel the thrill of desire
And then in the trees I heard a twig snap
Warning lights flashed on my map
I opened my eyes and to my surprise
There were Arabs with knives
at the front of the bed Right
at the front of the bed Oh my God
how did they get in here
I thought we were safe home in England, she said
come on now kid
it was wrong what you did
You've got to admit it was wrong what you did
You've got to admit it was wrong
Oh God, Jesus
As solas dos meus sapatos de corrida agarrando o asfalto
Como imãs cor de zinco
Fixado na frente de seu rosto Fassbinder
Era o tipo de sorriso
Que só uma criança bem chata poderia fazer
Enquanto visita uma tumba ao luar
Mas ela estava impressionada
Dava pra ver que ela me achava bom
E quando ela ficou mais doce
O motivo (cá entre nós) era
Que ela acabara de ver meu Lamborghini verde
Portanto fomos dar um passeio no campo
Para sentir o vento nos cabelos
Pra sentir a força da máquina
Pra sentir a emoção do desejo
E quando ouvi um galho quebrar nas árvores
Luzes de aviso piscaram no meu mapa
Abri meus olhos e para minha surpresa
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- Knockin' On Heaven's Door
- Another Brick in the wall (part 2)
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- The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range
- The Story
- Crystal Clear Brooks
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- Welcome to the Machine
- What Have They Done
- 5.06 AM (Every Strangers Eyes)
- Run Like Hell
- 5.11 AM (The Moment Of Clarity)
- Flickering Flame
- Get Back to Radio
- Get Your Filthy Hand off my Desert
- Another Brick In The Wall (part 3)
- Hello (I Love You)