fast you fly up mystic ave. i watch from the safest place I have and wonder as i desire your speed if true love really is only a need a quiet quivering thrill that rumbles my chest at the thunder of your motor's eager unrest
skeletons separated by leather and skin hungry to blur the lines between sacred and sin american crosses, angels from hell tender beating heart inside a frail shell denying how very fragile you are invisible invincible you race through the cars forgetting those fading memories and scars
body crouched over your bright holy steed i'd give anything to know just how to read the mind hidden behind that mysterious mask surely you have answers to all the questions i ask but my words are lost in the wind’s rush and roar and i join the rest of the-motionless in a colourful blur
Punjabi Kuri/
Just a stupid Gori/
Poor little ABCD/
I make a tasty curry/
But they say I am no Desi/
Cos I speak no Hindi/
But when I put on my bhindi/
None of them can hate me/
Cos I knock them out their dhotis