Текст песни: Passata Sauce + перевод

My thoughts were off the road

While I was on the road

Counting down the days till my

Eyelids sink, For a blink

Then a car bonnet

Is smashed in between and the lights blown, guess that’s

Better than my brain blown on the dashboard

That would be a mighty mess to clean

Don’t you think?

Wasn’t expecting to see

Last night’s dinner on the street

Passata sauce, on Reid

Your life wasn’t worth a lot

You didn’t quite make the pot

What’s that up ahead, should I

Go around or over instead?

It wasn’t clear is it something to fear

I should only be concerned for our atmosphere

Then I see a sauce massacre

Smeared on the road

And there’s glass shards everywhere better not

Pierce my tires n' leak

Thank goodness its pay day next week

Surely fixing a tire is pretty cheap?

Maybe not

Wasn’t expecting to see

Last night’s dinner on the street

Passata sauce, on Reid

Your life wasn’t worth a lot

You didn’t quite make the-

Your life wasn’t worth a lot

You didn’t quite make the

Pot, pot

Pot, pot

Pot, pot

Pot, pot

Your life wasn’t worth a lot

(Pot)

You didn’t quite make the-

(Pot)

Your life wasn’t worth a lot

(Pot)

You didn’t quite make the-

(Pot)

Your life wasn’t worth a lot

(Pot)

You didn’t quite make the-

(Pot)

Your life wasn’t worth a lot

(Pot)

You didn’t quite make the-

(Pot)

Your life wasn’t worth a lot

(Pot)

You didn’t quite make the-

(Pot)

Your life wasn’t worth a lot

You didn’t quite make the pot

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