Оригинален текст
Titillations been replaced, by interstate brickface & coffemate
And by a list of phonecalls, youll like ta make
Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
And you could stare into your own shoes
And in the pools of light there, go wherever you choose
Just rig up a complication, and if it derails
You can throw away the rudder, & float away like vapour trails
Theres nothin funnier than pride, in an utterly confident stride
So I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
d*mn this sleepy weather he said, as he marched in soppin wet shoes
Through rainpools evaporatin, says in this sign Ill conquer you
I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
But theres nothin uglier than a man hittin his stride
Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts, leanin over their hoes
Now the mornins over, its time to let them sprinklers hose
Past hills of chambermaids dark bare arms
And feilds of muscles quilted to the bone
Right now Im flyin over, Ya right now Im flyin home
Where I can sit on the end of my bed
And I can stare into my own shoes
And in the pools of light years, go wherever I choose
And throw away the rudder, float away on vapour trails
I rigged up a complication, totally derailed
So I throw away the rudder, float away like vapour trails
I pulled the car on over, (Its time to let them sprinklers hose)
WooWoooo.Woooo - Throw away the rudder (4x, 1x, 2x)