A black bus with tinted windows on its way –
The weather is wonderful.
All passengers are well dressed mood-dealers that smile –
He’s been following us for miles.
He’s just tailing us on our way.
He’s a mole with glasses and a cane.
He’s just observing us on our way.
He’s a little black animal shooting to fame.
We use to keep the guns close to our hearts –
That’s blood-red highlife in the mountains!
Mexican hats on cowboyish evil sun heads-
We gonna pickle your goose flesh!
You won't calm down, we’ve got a reason for you,
we are the night of your town.
Just happened that way, you play goods, we play bads –
The stars of the western town.
We want you down, we got a reason for you,
we want your town...
He’s just tailing us on our way.
He’s a mole with glasses and a cane.
He’s just observing us on our way.
He’s a little black animal shooting to fame.
We won’t let the mole hand us to the FBI,
we’ve got followers to feed.
He’s got rotating medals in his eyeholes,
just like we have coins on our eyelids.
You won't calm down, we’ve got a reason for you,
we are the night of your town.
Just happened that way, you play goods, we play bads –
The stars of the western town.
We want you down, we got a reason for you,
We want your town....
We want your town...
credits
from My Burqa Makes Me Sweat,
track released April 23, 2011
Written and performed by Selectamood
Recorded and mixed by Konstantinos Theodorou at Echolisiert Studio
Mastered by Levent Güntürkün at Boring Rockstars Studio
Produced by Selectamood
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