Living and dying laughing and crying
Once you have seen it you will never be the same
Life in the fast lane is just how it seems
Hard and it's heavy dirty and mean
Motorbreath
Its how I live my life
I can't take it any other way
Motorbreath
The sign of living fast
It is going to take your breath away
Don't stop for nothing it's full speed or nothing
I'm taking down you know whatever's in my way
Getting your kicks as you are shooting the line
Sending the shivers up and down your spine
Motorbreath
Its how I live my life
I can't take it any other way
Motorbreath
The sign of living fast
It is going to take your breath away
Those people who tell you not to take chances
They are all missing on what life is about
You only live once so take hold of the chance
Don't end up like others the same song and dance
Motorbreath
Its how I live my life
I can't take it any other way
Motorbreath
The sign of living fast
It is going to take your breath awayForm a ring and wind and twine
Round the ol' grape vine
Heavy on the wire from the house
Salt the cow and kill the calf
Meet yer lonesome with a once and a half
Gent¹s on the east and ladies on the south
The solemn boy carries his silver damage
Sold but for, the number and the image
His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure
When he sings he slurs
& uses the meat of his thigh
T¹hold the book he wrote when he was lame
So wrapped up in his flat baritone
No castrato could woo him in from the rain
For he never raised his voice when his britches
Was spillin¹ over with that honey truck richness
His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure
Well the stylus hit the patches
As he spit on the splashes
& sought out the scratches in the vinyl
'Neath a needle topped with nickels
To keep the tunes a-goin'
Cracklin', croonin' & crowin'
Multi-colored, hard-boiled & hidden
In the corners, with the dogs rusty remnants
His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure