Camion

Freeway down the mountain To the waterfalls of yesterday Freeway down the mountain To the asphalt of your grave Camion Freeway down the mountain To the boulevard of malaise Freeway down the mountain To the parking lot of apathy Camion Freeway down the mountain To the Avenue D' Champs Elysee' Screaming in the fountain Like Marcello Mastroianni Camion Freeway to this nameless town Where we wander and we play East and west are my only vine But the north and south are still OK Freeway down the mountain To the credit cards of today Preachers will be astounded As the gods bow down and pray To me