Rise in the morning
Step down the stairs
He must be hiding
But there he looks so beautiful
Kick the starter on, he refused
Need a little time
To kick it again
And there he goes...
With low speed he rolls
Through the traffic jam
Where people scream and swear
And there he rolls with all his pride
Suddenly he broke down
Ooh no it's another burning fuse
Call the lover, burn some cigs and read a prayer
Nearly dawn going back
Sat him in the royal chair
Wash him up a little bit
We're ready to sleep
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