Motorcycle

Something on the road must have been rushing

I could tell it was a motorcycle

Dripping black gold

Telling you not to move

Motorcycle

Spilling black gold

So don't tell the cops they dropped some pot

There's ice in the air, try not to stare

Straight into the rolled over hog

Flipped in the fog

Telling you not to move

Come to the light

Telling you not to move

Everything's alright

Don't Move