In the alley where have I grown? Hot night sweats our clothes My hell is crackin' fire That's what you inspire Cruel highway entrance signs People driving
I like your wooden door, baby I never want to leave, baby If I could rule the night, baby I'd turn it into white That wouldn't ever leave us dry I'm
chance open Instinct keeps me running Running 'cause I don't believe it Instinct keeps me running Running through the bare emotion Instinct keeps me running Instinct
I don't want to throw away my time Playing games I don't respect or like I can't give away my sovereignty To existence with no song of me There's a hole
All my life I've been polite But I'm afraid it's [unverified] I'm a man I know what I want Gonna take some nerve to get it When you feel alone and damned
Pop/jones I need a strong girl Cause war's where I'm going I need a war girl Who wants to show 'em Good people want to be Really what they are But if
Pop/jones You can kick me out of a real good jive You can use my friendship like a doorknob You can make me super styrofoam You can make me feel all
I love your hair, your pearly smile Your eyes, they scan, society's vile Insect cars, horny men from Mars I love you, tuff baby I love you, tuff baby
Pop Hey little one You've got the way I ain't doing nothin' That's so important I'd like to know how you deal Oh when I worry to darken If I can't get
Oversettelse: Pop, Iggy. Instinct.
Instinct keeps me running Running like a deer Instinct keeps me running Running where the sorrow bless me Instinct keeps me running Running like a moose Instinct
: I need a strong girl Cause war's where I'm going I need a war girl Who wants to show 'em Good people want to be Really what they are But if you try
: In the alley where have I grown Hot night sweats our clothes My hell is crackin' fire That's what you inspire Cruel highway entrance signs People driving
: Uh I played tag in the auto graveyard I looked up at the radio tower Rag tent by the railroad tracks Concrete poured over steel bridge Pondered my
: I like your wooden door, baby I never want to leave, baby If I could rule the night, baby I'd turn it into white There wouldn't ? I'm getting high
: I don't want to throw away my time Playing games I don't respect or like I can't give away my sovereignty To existence with no song of me And the
: Psst, psst, hey girl Just come here, come on, come here I love your hair Your pearly smile Your icing scan Society's vile Insect cars Horny men from
