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Curse the DarknessI’ve got a nice old pickup that’s been kicked around
The radio isn’t built to last, it doesn’t make a sound
So I fixed up the broken bits and complicated wires
Till a couple girls in a rush put me on ironside

And the cars go flying, I slam the brake
It’s like a funeral pyre, where the body’s on fire
I spin around the hoard, I leave a terrible wake
It’s nice and peaceful here, it’s been a good mistake

I can’t see anything at all
I can’t hear anything at all
I can’t feel anything at all

All down, all down to the battery
All down, all down to the battery

It’s time to wake up, there’s no more fucking around
I’ve got a call running through my head
And my face stuck to the ground
I’m all alone in a car crash in the industrial mile
It’s time to get back on my feet
And back to faking a smile

And the cars go flying, I slam the brake
It’s like a funeral pyre, where the body’s on fire
I spin around the hoard, I leave a terrible wake
It’s nice and peaceful here, it’s been a good mistake

I can’t see anything at all
I can’t hear anything at all
I can’t feel anything at all

All down, all down to the battery
All down, all down to the battery

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