Freeway down the mountain
To the waterfalls of yesterday
Freeway down the mountain
To the asphalt of your grave
Camion
Freeway down the mountain
To the boulevard of malaise
Freeway down the mountain
To the parking lot of apathy
Camion
Freeway down the mountain
To the Avenue D' Champs Elysee'
Screaming in the fountain
Like Marcello Mastroianni
Camion
Freeway to this nameless town
Where we wander and we play
East and west are my only vine
But the north and south are still ok
Freeway down the mountain
To the credit cards of today
Preachers will be astounded
As the gods bow down and pray
To me
