Six in the evening
My eyes are beaming back home
Sitting on a battery horse that roams
the roads and streets shining bright
with traffic lights and distant sights
dancing over pavements, like disco nights
men in uniforms yell as singers gone bad
people drive as dancers half drunk, half mad
Bills and fines like menu of delicious swear words
My journey is the best, Life at roadis a test
and I dance my way back home, back home..
My eyes are beaming back home
Sitting on a battery horse that roams
the roads and streets shining bright
with traffic lights and distant sights
dancing over pavements, like disco nights
men in uniforms yell as singers gone bad
people drive as dancers half drunk, half mad
Bills and fines like menu of delicious swear words
My journey is the best, Life at roadis a test
and I dance my way back home, back home..
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