see the meaning Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice And before the fire died and they were leaving I'm a means to an end and everybody
翻訳: 交通. 手段果てに.
meaning Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice And before the fire died and they were leaving I'm a means to an end and everybody's
Strive to put an end to all this reckless drinving I don't mean to bore you but I am Reptar and I will destroy you! Just like an image Before we end up
love to bring Were they only the fitful dreams Of some greater awakening? I've been aware of the time going by They say in the end it's the wink of an
the cops and shit So I hopped out the car like the dukes of hazard Then clyde yells out "you stupid bastard" So I'm runnin though traffic and I almost
aggravation Who needs it? The aggravation, the daily goddamn hassle It's a bummer, who needs it, who gives a dam? Bumper to bumper in the traffic jam
I mean By having your bands tightened The bands are the rings in an automatic transmission Which actually affect the gear change Uh huh, I'll give you an example This is an
by a parking ticket, man By the end of him getting a parking ticket or traffic ticket The cop would be giving him a hand job at the end of it
six miles to the last of the street lamps And hunkered in the curb side dusk Holding out my thumb In no great hope at the ramshackle procession of home bound traffic Success! An
combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined traffic the way my schoolin' end-less-ly defined every day one exquisite fitted crisis rivets an
' in reverse 'Cause you know where that is We're in a distant stare An out of view despair So are you foolin' 'round with me, hey Don't know what it means
runnin from the cops and shit so i hopped out the car like the dukes of hazard then clide yells out you stupid bastard start runnin through traffic and
is? There'll be no looking back on this... this is now, which will be then - is this the means? All I know for shure is this is the end. No looking back
Chocking us with aggravation. Who needs it? the aggravation the daily goddam hassle. It's a bummer, who gives a dam? Bumper to bumper in the traffic
beneath them lay In long shadows the traffic lights gleamed, red and green, they traced the way Through a corridor of sidewalks, where people wandered at the end
mean to disturb But chris can you drop me off downtown, on third He said sure, waddup game hop in He was bangin slick rick then I got an idea Before
got And like the hands on the clock I went this way that a-way Ran around the corner and that's when I threw my gat away An impala passed, it's my homeboy
