Primal Scream Kowalski текст песни, слова песни Kowalski Primal Scream
Primal Scream - Kowalski
In honour of the last American hero to whom
Speed means freedom of the soul.
The question is not when he's gonna stop,
But who is gonna stop him...
There goes the Challenger
Being chased by the blue blue meanies on wheels
The vicious traffic squad cars
Are after our lone driver
The last American hero
The electric centaur, the demi god
The super driver of the golden west
Two nasty Nazi cars are close behind
The beautiful lone driver
The police number are getting closer, closer
Closer to our soul hero, in his soul mobile
Yeah baby, they're about to strike
They're gonna get him, smash him
Rape the last beautiful free soul on this planet
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