Goran Bregovic - In the Death Car (Live) Sarajevo 2000

A howling wind is whistling in the night My dog is growling in the dark Something&pulling me outside To ride around in circles I know that you have got the time &anything I want, you do You&take a ride through the strangers Who don&understand how to feel In the death car, we&alive In the death car, we&alive I&let some air come in the window Kind of wakes me up a little I don&turn on the radio &they play sh*t, like... you know When your hand was down on my dick It felt quite amazing And now that, that is all over All we&got is the silence In the death car, we&alive In the death car, we&alive So come on mandolins, play When I touched you I felt that you still had your baby fat And a little taste of baby&breath Makes me forget about death At your age you&still joking It ain&time yet for the choking So now we can see the movie, and know each other truly In the death car, we&alive In the death car, we&alive I want to hear some mandolins