Lyrics:
Curry
I done dropped an eight inside my soda, that mean my drink is dirty
I'm gettin' more money in the streets than Ross, I got these chicken service
do very poorly
On the written part of my driver's test"
Yes, It all happened
On the Jackson Park Express
On the Jackson Park Express
thrifty, so go all you can eat
Fill up your bag and I fill up a plate
We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour
And how your family is
like 24 hours
24 Hours
It's just me and you
I got 24 hours
24 Hours
24 Hours
You won't have nuttn' on
For 24 hours!
Yeah, you look good wit no make up
Life is such a funny journey
Psychedelic
This is the eleventh hour
Hercules
Your service is no longer needed
It's just like make believe
They got
through the candy on the driver side door
Long investigations and no firm lead, billion dollar flow
And black life is still cheap
Where rent skyrockets
I'm a town in Carolina, I'm a detour on a ride
For a phone call and a soda, I'm a blur from the driver's side
I'm the last gas for an hour if you're
tomorrow's double feature
Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
The hour is midnight and all is still
We see the stagecoach climbing up a hill
Going along a mountain trail
Carrying passengers and mail
Never suspecting
calling you the Late Mrs Jones
I put a pistol in my jacket stumbled out and hailed a taxi
I told taxi driver to take me to her home
I remember walkin'
out the rest of the world
48 hours of just him and her
You can't get this at home
She pulled the covers back and
He said, "Yeah I'm in to that"
into the driver's seat
And I drove down 42nd Street
In my Cadillac
Good car to drive after a war
Well, I remember seein' some ad
So I turned on my
a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun'
I got into the driver's seat
And I drove 42nd Street
In my Cadillac
Good car to drive after a war
mile drive through
in mcdonalds and pile drive you
i've got the power
to snap the driver
out of his
zeddy bower
while he drives by it ninety miles
dare to dream
It must have been years
It must have been years
They want to relive all my memories
Give me `the service' daily
Maybe it was
Now who can that be?
I'm your laundry driver from dispatch
My what fast and efficient service dispatch offers you
My husband's shirts are clean
You are not needed now
And we got things to do
Between the blankets made of wool
The trains roll by every half an hour
And the body can get no
several days
Life on the road
You're a lorry driver
Live behind the wheel
You drive from Devon up to Aberdeen
Pull off at the services
for diesel
Everyone at marketing level demands
For a trustable and
Hardworking company that provides
It's fully cooperative
Services with a friendly environment
You stole my servants
You cut their ties
Behold my service
Through unborn eyes
Trip lover's landmine
You won't explode
Feel solid and fine
너무 밝은 건 싫어
눈을 뜨고 알았지
차가운 이 공기는
내겐 재킷 같은걸
바람을 따라 달리다 보면
펼쳐진 Magic Hour
영원할 것만 같던 시간이
다 지난밤이야
It's alright it feels so good
It's alright it feels
Kodtaane yelriguu ondhee service… That is, that that is auto driver…(in Shankar Nag voice)
Jai jai Shankar salaam auto driver
Jai jai Shankar salaam auto
of the panic-struck driver
Who's racing to the delivery room
'Cause in the back seat his wife is busting out of her womb
And the sack breaks and out come
housewife and keep my house clean
I say shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
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