Motorbike

In your room, I'm listening to your song

It's the best I've ever heard

Your trembling chest is poking out

Through the gaps between buttons on your shirt

I've hung around here too long

I've hung around here too long

I'm rushing out the backdoor with all I'd taken from our home

I'm selling everything you gave me

Making a fortune from that loan

Voices call and reach me out across the ridge

They shout "Thief! Thief!", and you led the mob

And your torch lit up the square

Well, that's done it now

All I want is a Yamaha motorbike

To ride and ride and ride

That's what I need

To sit on the open road

And ride and ride

I'll jilt you in broad daylight

The children stop their play

Housewives stop work to watch

Just to see me riding away

Just to catch a glimpse of my brand new V-Max engine

That'll be the scene

That's the story they recount every Sunday lunch

To anyone interested or not

To visitors, actors, travelling salesmen and cops

But I always wished that I knew just what you thought

Would you love someone like me

If you knew you would not get caught?

You led the village through the hills and chased me to a ditch

But I would not lie down, I drove on

This town is fuck