kinks Lyrics
kinks Lyrics
"Motorway Lyrics"
Do You Love Me That Much Lyrics
Sometimes at night I lay awake, Just to watch you sleep, hear each breath you take. When the morning lights your face, I just wanna hold you, and forget the day. I live and breathe your every touch Do you love m
Sometimes at night I lay awake, Just to watch you sleep, hear each breath you take. When the morning lights your face, I just wanna hold you, and forget the day. I live and breathe your every touch Do you love m
Motorway food is the worst in the world,
You've never eaten food like you've eaten on the motorway.
Motorway food is the worst in the world,
The coffee tastes weak and the cakes taste stale
And gasoline fumes are the worst to inhale,
Your stomach rolls over and your face turns pale.
Oh, that motorway livin',
Ain't it a thrill to be so free, yeh.
Riding down the motorway,
Got to charge up my batteries,
Rest my
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seat, rest my eyes, Instrumental
So tired, tired of livin', tired of livin' this motorway livin'.
Motorway tea is warm and wet,
The rain is a pouring and it's four in the morning,
And it's all I can get.
You've never seen loos like motorway loos,
Thousands of people passing through,
It's enough to put you off of your motorway food.
Oh that motorway living,
Ain't it a thrill to be so free, yeh.
Got to get away from
Infection disease has spread across the land. The sky has grown darker mans time is at hand. A warrant has been issued for the life of all mankind. So here we are to do battle and die. Mother Mary queen of all souls
Thousand on raft, cold French fries
So tired, tired of livin', tired of livin' this motorway livin'.
Motorway food is invariably fried,
It keeps me and feeds me and helps me survive.
Oh that motorway, ain't it a thrill to be so free, yeh,
Riding down the motorway, cats eyes, cold meat pies
Thousand on raft, cold French fries,
So tired, tired of livin', tired of livin' this motorway livin'.
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You'll never eat food like you've eaten on the motorway.
Motorway food is the worst in the world.
My stomach's upset and I don't feel well,
Gotta get my head down, stop for a while in a motorway hotel.
Mama oh mama, my dear Suzi too,
This motorway message is sent just for you.
My headache's improved but my back really hurts,
I never thought I'd travel so far to work.