Lyrics
Flat foot, straight leg
Drag me straight to hell
A drop top confession of omissions
My lips
My limbs
My leather
We’ll be together
Hot blood
Hot love
Hot steel
We can meld in fertilized destruction
Give me the keys to the car
Passenger seat for the passion
Gone in the flash of a camera
Feet on the dash you’re a star
We’re gonna make it
My steel
My wheels
Lord I’m gonna drive you to town
The radio hiss some kind of psychopathic hymn
Pleased to meet you, Angel of the Highways
I can
Not help
The way I feel
Twisted notions
The way
You change
My gears
I’m a hot, hot mess of lubricant and wires
Give me the keys to the car
Passenger seat for the passion
Gone in the flash of a camera
Feet on the dash you’re a star
Over the field of destruction
Eyes on the road never fear
We’re gonna make it here
Let’s start the show
With no seat belt on
It’s dramatic
Style and vision everything’s collision
We’ll cause a scene
It’ll be front page
And the ladies scream
In the limousine
We’ll be all the rage
It’s systematic
Style and vision everything’s collision
Written by: Callum Marinho, Edward Ensbury, Lucy Sheehan
