Motorbike - Flat Worms

On my way to meet you

Dressed in a soldier’s suit

Bouquet of dead flowers

Basket of rotten fruit

Back when I was just a child

A gypsy read my palm

She said don’t ride motorcycles

Two feet on the ground

Now I’m riding on the back of your motorbike

Riding on the back of your motorbike

Riding on the back of your motorbike

Riding on the back of your motorbike

Can’t keep moving

Can’t keep still

Gotta catch up, take control

Thought it was impossible

Back when I was just a child

A gypsy read my palm

She said don’t ride motorcycles

Two feet on the ground

Now I’m riding on the back of your motorbike

Riding on the back of your motorbike

Riding on the back of your motorbike

Riding on the back of your motorbike

So what’s the use?

Don’t call a car

Nobody knows where to go

So let’s take a ride

Riding on the back of your motorbike

Riding on the back of your motorbike

Riding on the back of your motorbike

Riding on the back of your motorbike