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• Artiste: Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers
• Titre: Beautiful Disaster
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Will you be my Mary Magdalene, would you be my American dream Will you mix your perfume up, from diesel fumes and gasoline Be my sweet insurgence, load the magazine Let's shoot out the lights tonight, we've been waiting too long for them to turn green Now, take the wheel, the highway's clear I got the throttle, now baby you steer Let's squeeze every drop out of this machine The coffee, the diesel, the methamphetamines 'Til this Goddamn rig can't run no faster Baby ain't we a, beautiful disaster Stars burn their brightest, just before they burn out Here in our prime, I know it's just the way of things So if were short on years, baby we're long on miles So let's grind the gears, and sink the needle in the red on all the dials Now, take the wheel, the highway's clear I got the throttle, now baby you steer Let's squeeze every drop out of this machine The coffee, the diesel, the methamphetamines 'Til this Goddamn rig can't run no faster Baby ain't we a, beautiful disaster You know I love to watch them angels Fightin' over you Heaven knows they left me... long ago Oooh, la salvadora, oh, sweet catastrophe Ahh, siren song, the captain says there's nothing wrong As I dash my ship upon your shore, a mad, drunk, and reckless troubadour I'm outside here hollerin' at your door, begging you for more of you Now, take the wheel, the highway's clear I got the throttle, now baby you steer Let's squeeze every drop out of this machine The coffee, the diesel, the methamphetamines 'Til this horses scream we can't run no faster Baby ain't we a, beautiful disaster Baby ain't we a...beautiful disaster