Wednesday morning at five o'clock As the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs to the kitchen Clutching her handkerchief Quietly turning the backdoor key Stepping outside, she is

(If you wanna go with us) (I'mma leave 'em in the dust) (I must be the one to bust) (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Sometimes, I feel Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) I get to busting like I'm a thirty ought six

Come get it bae You wanna ride it, my motorcycle You've got a license, have you got the right to Gonna pop a wheelie, don't try too high too Take it easy on the clutch, 'cause girl I like you I can do anything you need None of them boys know the first

Love, oh love, oh careless love, You fly though my head like wine You've wrecked the life Of many a poor girl And you let me spoil this life of mine In your clutches of desire You've made me break a many true vow Then you set my very soul on fire All my

Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies Straight in a straight line You can't get here fast enough Find a truck and fire it up Lean on the gas and off the clutch Leave Dallas in the dust I need you in a rush So baby run

I'm running on empty I'm chasing a dead dream Clutching the will Only to feel No way to heal I stand before disaster The shame it takes me The pain it breaks me What have I done

Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave Sorry Lord, the Devil got a hold of me, baby Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby Clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days I be clutchin' on my fire, you never know these

Video vertigo Test for echo Here we go, vertigo Here we go, in slo-mo Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen Camera curves over caved-in cop cars Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperados Clutch at plausible deniability Don't touch that dial,

It's indie rock'n'roll for me It's all I need In a clutch I'm talking every word for all the boys Make it up, break it up, what do you care Indie rock'n'roll is what I want It's in my soul, it's what I need Indie rock'n'roll, it's time

You don't want no money You don't want no bread Lazy you just stay in bed Lazy just stay in bed You're lazy just stay in bed If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw, no If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw You don't want to live you don't