Road Pizza

I'm driving my car through the city

smocking and singing old rocknroll tunes

there is Elvis speaking to me through the radio.

I don't need to go back home

Nobody there is waiting for his knight

I'm free tonight, let's do something funny

In the nightime traffic jam there are beauties

they sells themselves...

In the nightime traffic jam I talk to myself

No food in my house

I am Hungry Like The Wolf

That's why I am looking for a Road pizza

With slices of meat

And some ground bones.

Then a glass of Bones and comfort

Makes me belch pins and nails.

I look towards people on the sidewalk

I don't understand their hair, their pants…

they are emo with sadness in their eyes

Alice keeps singing on the radio and

And soon I get caught by a cold fever, yeah!

My car's the bull, they'll be my red cape

I like marmalade on a slice of bread.

I like bodies' Jam on a slice of the road.

No food in my house

I am Hungry Like The Wolf

That's why I am looking for a Road pizza

With slices of meat

And some ground bones.

Then a glass of Bones and comfort

Makes me belch pins and nails.