Freestyle on the freeway
In the last days
Of the old age 
Lets her style make the replay 
Moves miles past the cliché 
In the smell of death in the gasoline
This was someone’s dream 
But we woke up 
In the smell of life from the passing trees
This is what she needs
And she knows it
And she knows it
And she knows it

She’s got lipstick on the dashboard
Rolls dice with her eyes when she leans forward
Old map with the numbers and names
Place and places 
Never the same
In the smell of death in the gasoline
This was someone’s dream 
But we woke up
In the smell of life from the passing trees
This is what she needs
And she knows it
And she knows it
And she knows it

In the smell of death in the gasoline
This was someone’s dream 
But we woke up
In the smell of life from the passing trees
This is what she needs
And she knows it
And she knows it
And she knows it