Текст песни: Trash Can Sinatras - Maybe I Should Drive
I`m on a B road heading for the sea
To see if hands across the ocean
Shake or wave
Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers
I can see for miles
But all I do is watch the time
And the driver`s hands
He harbours thoughts on personal grief
I said your hardship`s
Only one of a fleet
That didn`t go down well
CHORUS
Listen son if you`d spent
Your life in the last lane
You would have an accent to grind
Punch-drunk on patriotism
Blind-drunk on borderism
Maybe I should drive
And while you`re castaway
The mice`ll play
They`ll have a license
To dull those left back home
What about those poor souls?
And as I jumped to these conclusions
He thumped his feet on the brakes
But we still hit a songwriter
Trudging through the rain
Scrambled out and watched him
Rest in pieces
Said a prayer and rifled
Through his pockets
But the side of his mouth
Still had something to say
At the toss of a coin
I end up head in the dirt
And tail in the air
Yet you can dance away
But be it friend of hard-up-man
Fellow or kin
When the chips are down
They`re down for good
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I`m on a B road heading for the sea
To see if hands across the ocean
Shake or wave
Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers
I can see for miles
But all I do is watch the time
And the driver`s hands
He harbours thoughts on personal grief
I said your hardship`s
Only one of a fleet
That didn`t go down well
CHORUS
Listen son if you`d spent
Your life in the last lane
You would have an accent to grind
Punch-drunk on patriotism
Blind-drunk on borderism
Maybe I should drive
And while you`re castaway
The mice`ll play
They`ll have a license
To dull those left back home
What about those poor souls?
And as I jumped to these conclusions
He thumped his feet on the brakes
But we still hit a songwriter
Trudging through the rain
Scrambled out and watched him
Rest in pieces
Said a prayer and rifled
Through his pockets
But the side of his mouth
Still had something to say
At the toss of a coin
I end up head in the dirt
And tail in the air
Yet you can dance away
But be it friend of hard-up-man
Fellow or kin
When the chips are down
They`re down for good
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