Gimme The Car

Come on dad gimme the car tonight
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
I got this girl i wanna....
Come on dad gimme the car
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
I tellya what im gonna do
Im gonna pick her up
Im gonna get her drunk
Im gonna make her cry
Im gonna get her high
Im gonna make her laugh
Im gonna make her...shh
Woman, woman, woman
She gotta knows shes it
Cause im gonna touch her
All over her body
Gonna touch her
All over her body
Gonna touch her
All over her body
Gonna touch her
All over her body
And she can touch me
All over my body
She can touch me
All over my body
She can touch me
All over my body
She can touch me
All over my body
Time goes by i can feel myself growing old
Burning inside makin this boy turn out cold
Whats wrong, whats right
I dont care when i hate my life
Whats wrong, whats right
Yknow people dont care when they hate their life
But how can i explain personal pain
How can i explain personal pain
How can i explain my voice is in vain
How can i explain the deep down
Driving, driving, driving,
Weredriving, weredriving, weredriving
Hey dad speaking of driving
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
So much he dont understand
Just might never make it to a man
Come on dad gimme the car
I aint no runt
Come on girl gimme your...
Cause i aint had much to live for
I aint had much to live for
Yknow i aint had much to live for
Yknow i aint had much to live for
Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
Recorded at music works, london
*previously unreleased
?gorno music reprinted with permission