Superbuick - Die Warzau

Human filth in the gasoline spill

Riding hard to perdition

Rock and roll on the ground

Squeeze tighter and down

And sink into my illusion

I got a superbuick

I’m on the highway

I got a superbuick

I’m on the highway

I’ve been riding for so long

Headlights and the radio on

Look inside my seat

It’s the same old treat

I think it’s always the nod this time

Pull into the station

Hands shake with anticipation

Look inside my hell

In its porcelain shell

They all look the same this time