Story Behind The Song
Probably Mike Jefferies. Many years ago I was in a band with him and the seven of us would occupy the trumpeter Smithy's parents house for six weeks every summer. Mayhem! and we were getting paid.
I always remember him telling me how, after a particular
Song Description
Written in 00 for the band I was with at the time Deke. We played together for five great years in which time I wrote about forty songs. This is one of my favourites and is probably to do with a trying to boil lyrics down into micro hooks.
It captures
| Song Length |
4:21 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock |
Lyrics
Meet me at the freeway.
Your genocide personified.
Girl you give me black-heads.
Give me reasons.
Roll it over.
She's a hanibal electrified.
Bad call left field she is my Carnivore.
I get out there on my own
On my big white telephone.
Neutralize De criminal eyes.
Spray atoms on the landing.
Black white your words come out like poison.
Shadow play away.
Toward the party black hole.
Bad call left field she is my Carnivore.
I get out there on my own
On my big white telephone
I dig your new found wepons of war.
I surrender up like never before.
I know your methods
I know the score.
This thing for ever
And ever and ever and ever
Amen.
I get out there on my own
On my big white telephone.
Say you like it like that.
I will do it like that.