Twisted Road Songtext
von The Flesh Eaters

Decline and fall of personal life
Now there′s this thing called public heat
Now there's this thing called Billenium
I want the city′s famous in a heap around my feet
I want the product, Truth,
Only a chicken on the rails

Twisted arm of illegal youth
Twisted arm of illegal youth
Twisted arm of illegal youth
Twisted arm of illegal youth


Go, man, go like a race track
Voom, Voom, Voom
Down a twisted road
Voom, Voom, Voom
Down a twisted road

Now things are starting up in your neighborhood
Life's busy dirtying up your blood
What have you got that I got to lose
Three minutes inside some photo booth
Now there's this thing called Oblivion
Now there′s this thing called Oblivion

Twisted arm of illegal youth
Twisted arm of illegal youth
Twisted arm of illegal youth
Twisted arm of illegal youth