He took his first release
On a highway
In a 1953 green Chevrolet
An he was carryin and awful load
For just a 15 year old
'Til he laid his mind
On the center line
An turned up the radio
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Down the blue asphaltum line
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio
An
He didn't give a damn
About the trouble he was in
Yeah deep down in his soul
He just wanted卼o go
An you can tell by the look on his face
He's all caught up with the need
To trade in some emptied out spaces
For some speeeeeeed
An that good ol' American Dream
An
She took her first release
On the back seat
Of a 1961 black V-8 Ford
An she just give up al control
On that vinyl tuck-and-roll
Breathin hard
With a dark-eyed boy
That she barely even knowed
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Down the blue asphaltum line
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio
An
She didn't give a damn
About the trouble she'd get in
Yeah deep down in her soul
She just wanted卼o flow
An you can tell by the paint on her face
She's all made-up for the need
To trade in some emptied out places
For some speeeeeeed
An that good ol' American Dream
An
Now they circle one another
Armed with the lives from their past
An
They fight to the death for their lies
'Til the bad feelings pass
Then they sit
An they smoke
An they drink
An they talk an talk an talk an talk
And then they stalk around
Like they're lookin for something they've lost
But can never again be found
And it's crazy
Yeah crazy in the backyards
The bedrooms
The kitchens
Crazy out in the streets
Ahhh
Through all their cities
And even smaller towns
An
It most certainly seems
Some disease of the dreams
Has been goin 'round
Yes
It most certainly seems
Some disease of the dreams
Has been goin 'round
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Down the blue asphaltum line
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio
Well He took his first release On a highway In a 1953 green Chevrolet An he was carryin and awful load For just a 15 year old 'Til he laid his mind On the center line An turned up the radio Goin a hundred miles an hour Down the blue asphaltum line Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio An He didn't give a damn About the trouble he was in Yeah deep down in his soul He just wanted卼o go An you can tell by the look on his face He's all caught up with the need To trade in some emptied out spaces For some speeeeeeed An that good ol' American Dream An She took her first release On the back seat Of a 1961 black V-8 Ford An she just give up al control On that vinyl tuck-and-roll Breathin hard With a dark-eyed boy That she barely even knowed Goin a hundred miles an hour Down the blue asphaltum line Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio An She didn't give a damn About the trouble she'd get in Yeah deep down in her soul She just wanted卼o flow An you can tell by the paint on her face She's all made-up for the need To trade in some emptied out places For some speeeeeeed An that good ol' American Dream An Now they circle one another Armed with the lives from their past An They fight to the death for their lies 'Til the bad feelings pass Then they sit An they smoke An they drink An they talk an talk an talk an talk And then they stalk around Like they're lookin for something they've lost But can never again be found And it's crazy Yeah crazy in the backyards The bedrooms The kitchens Crazy out in the streets Ahhh Through all their cities And even smaller towns An It most certainly seems Some disease of the dreams Has been goin 'round Yes It most certainly seems Some disease of the dreams Has been goin 'round Goin a hundred miles an hour Down the blue asphaltum line Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio Explain Request ×
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