Rock-n-Roll Pozzeria

Man it's really strange
 This city never stays the same
 I've got to keep on moving
 I've got to keep on going
 But maybe it's to keep itself sane
 I got to keep on going
 So I don't have any feeling
 I'm on my way out of this place
 That has me turning numb
 I'm on my way
 All the feeling in this place
 Has up and gone
 One hand on the wheel
 The other out the window
 With a smile on my face
 My middle finger up
 One hand on the wheel
 The other out the window
 With a smile on my face
 My middle finger up two, three, four
 Man it's really strange
 This city never stays the same
 I've got to keep on moving
 I've got to keep on going
 But maybe it's to keep itself sane
 I got to keep on going
 So I don't have no feeling
 I'm on my way out of this place
 That has me turning numb
 I'm on my way
 All the feeling in this place
 It has me up and going
 One hand on the wheel
 The other out the window
 With a smile on my face
 My middle finger up
 One hand on the wheel
 The other out the window
 With a smile on my face
 I'm always fucking up
 One hand on the wheel
 The other out the window
 With a smile on my face
 My middle finger up two, three, four