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.
