quinta-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2011

Cake — Prolonging the Magic

I've got wheels of polished steel, I've got tires that grab the road. I've got seats that selflessly hold my friends and a trunk that can carry the heaviest of loads.

I've got a mind that can steer me to your house and a heart that can bring you red flowers. My intentions are good and earnest and true, but under my hood is internal combustion power. . .

And Satan is my motor,

Hear my motor purr!