and who else knows? she knows
but simply be for you and you and he
rollin´through the hills with a tune in my brain
rally rims on the tires fuck the big gold chain
hotbox the car and then we off to the next,
cause gemini is the song upon the 8-track deck
how much you lose your blues
never mention me too much for you
in spite of he! sullen memory
she was the kissing type,
she´s got a washed out nose
now she´s gone, now she´s gone
what´s left for me scatter beings these.