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lyrics
I don’t know why my heart beats so fast, ‘cos I’m giving it up,
I never knew it would hurt me so bad in the breaking up.
I saw myself as you saw me, I never hated so much,
Accelerator asshole, me, I never thought enough about,
Evil days when I’m on my way, evil’s in my way, evil days, ok!
I don’t know why my heart beats so fast, ‘cos I’m giving you up.
I took a left at the crossroads, I got a little sinister streak,
Nought to six-six-sixty in a matter of weeks.
I come apart in the breaking up, I really gotta freak,
I made a pact with the Dark Lord, man, I made a sacrifice, I got,
Evil days when I’m on my way, evil’s in my way, evil days, ok!
I took a left at the crossroads, the diabolical street.
Well maybe it’s in my heart,
Black in the comets that I read.
If I could shut away this sad world.
Obsession becomes the driver, both hands chained to the wheel,
I got trajectory, but someone left home today without a heart.
And look it’s me.
Reason to burn, no right turn, I blew it.
Available for sympathy, and not that I’d let you, but stop me going through with it.
With a hit.
A thousand reasons to pull over and I can’t find the brake.
Hold on me,
He Who Drives Backwards has got a hold on me.
He! I gotta tell you it muddies my karma when I fuck up in this way,
But drive on, do not delay.
Why does it always seem one way?
When I’m on my way, yeah,
Evil’s in my way.
I still get my kicks from the treble-six
I got a hit of the burning tyres, I got a hit of the clutch,
I got a hit from the chalice, I got a church burning lust.
I left you back in the wreckage, I left you spinning out of touch,
Gunned it out of the pile up, I gotta rev it up into,
Evil days when I’m on my way, evil’s in my way, evil days, ok!
I got a hit of the burning tyres, In Satan We Trust.
I still get my kicks from the treble-six,
I still get my kicks from the Devil’s tricks.
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