Overdrivers – Bertha Rottenfold Lyrics

Crave all tonight
Won't do without dynamite
Exciting self-indulge
Is coming by a trick
Despite the fact
That he feels completely sad
This season the time we shoot
So he decided to go out

On the back riding to the strand-pads
He must shoot the ugliest

Metal a tentpole
Metal a tentpole
Metal a tentpole
Metal a tentpole

Tattooed flatly
A piece of her number for money
Some fly, trapped in her arms
Can't find a reason to pay back
Crave all deep sea
Torn and seized is really a hit
But suddenly in action
He realizes the situation

Disgusting escaping from the city deal
He won't crawl to his bed

Metal a tentpole
Metal a tentpole
Metal a tentpole
Metal a tentpole

Metal a tentpole
Metal a tentpole (Crazy night)
Metal a tentpole
Metal a tentpole (No respect)
Metal a tentpole (Devilishly wanted)
Metal a tentpole (Come on, bring me back home)
Metal a tentpole
Metal a tentpole
Metal a tentpole, baby

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