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I'm on a b-road heading for the sea To see if hands across the ocean Shake or wave (See if hands across the ocean Shake or wave) Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers I can see for miles But all I do is watch the time (I can see for miles But all I see's the driver's hands) He harbours thoughts on personal grief I said your hardship's Only one of a fleet That didn't go down well Listen son, if you'd spent Your life in the last lane You would have an accent to grind Punch-drunk on patriotism Blind-drunk on borderism Maybe I should drive And while you're castaway The mice'll play They'll have a license To dull those left back home SongtexteWhat about those poor souls? Listen son, if you'd spent Your life in the last lane You would have an accent to grind Punch-drunk on patriotism Blind-drunk on borderism Maybe I should drive And as I jumped to these conclusions He thumped his feet on the brakes But we still hit a songwriter Trudging through the rain Scrambled out and watched him Rest in pieces Said a prayer and rifled Through his pockets And the side of his mouth Still had something to say At the toss of a coin I end up head in the dirt And tail in the air And yet you can dance away But be it friend or hard-up-man Fellow or kin When your chips are down They're down for good Aus Songtexte Mania