No yester dreams, no gray desire
No body's sap and tire
No sorrows born of lust's disguise
No home without it's sireBreak out the tomb, the self-made womb
No faded flick, no gray desire
No body's sap and tireAnd if you ask me, you know I'll give
And if you run from me
Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's carAnd if you ask me, you know I'll give
And if you run from me
Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's carNo yester dreams, no faded flick
No body's sap and tire
No sorrows born of lust's disguise
No home without it's sireBreak out the tomb, the self-made womb
No faded flick, no gray desire
No home without it's sireAnd if you ask me, you know I'll give
And if you run from me
Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's carAnd if you ask me, you know I'll give
And if you run from me
Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's carAnd if you ask me, you know I'll give
And if you run from me
Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's carAnd if you run from me
Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car