Crash '14 - Menswear

Chrome fender, fast action

Smooth cruising, we glide

Drive me to completion

At one with her in size

Hitting heads with Elizabeth Taylor

Take a back seat in my mind

Accelerate and nail her

Lights down and driving by

Cracked windscreen, no caution

Burnt tarmac, on fire

Such concrete devotion

My mind has been hotwired

(Crash!)

There will be no room for you

(Crash!)

No way out for you to choose

(Crash!)

There will be no room for you

(Crash!)

Feel my future frustration

(?), in slick roads

Indicate your choice

My (?), at your call

My engine drowns my voice