Songtexte Black Deluxe - Fyrce Muons

I didn't take the crawling bite
It takes an age
The follow leaves
Aching bait
Pull up right
Shake my fate
The fire and blades
Make my mate
Make my tames
When you make
The rest of them

A communication
It's a matter of fact
I want to kiss your sweet face
It's a matter of tact
We have the final allegiance
We are the smatter of pact
We are the rollers of rockers
We have the black deluxe

Going around today
Driving down State Street at night
Looking for acid to play
All those fine young maybes falling down at anothers feet
I'm not a tease
I'm not a mighty rant
I'm not a tame
I drive a black deluxe today

And I can't fail
And I can brake
And I can reach the finer scent
And I can feel unlikely lust
The final stage
And I can feel the life on State