Feeling kinda sickly cause a too much fun
I wasn't like the only one
Feeling kinda sickly cause a too much fun
I wasn't like the only one
Crawling on the edge of a dark moon trip
The second time around and you think you might slip
Off this peak you're climbing
But the limo man he just kept drivin'
Meltin' down the music cause the heat's on high
They said we might all get by
Meltin' down the music cause the heat's on high
They said we might all get by
Tryin' for the handle of what you mean
The skies resembling some mirror dream
Madness a sea of fire shinin'
But the limo man just kept drivin'
Boorman the Chauffeur (Boorman the Chauffeur)
Boorman the Chauffeur (Boorman the Chauffeur)
Boorman the Chauffeur (Life this ride it's is a fantasy)
(Boorman the Chauffeur)
Boorman the Chauffeur (Dreams they change I can hardly see)
(Boorman the Chauffeur)
The guitars played in a trance
And left us dying into a dance
Starin' down the barrel of his sole shotgun
I thought it was time to run
Starin' down the barrel of his sole shotgun
I thought it was time to run
Fugitive from living's the way to be
Speedin' down the miles and you pay the fee
In circles of confusion they're cryin'
But the limo man he just kept drivin'
compositores: JOSEPH BOUCHARD, MURRAY KRUGMAN
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