(Death On) State Highway Number Two
The freshness has burnt from the dawn
So few have stayed so many gone
I can hardly remember the dew
Tauranga's just over that hill
And I think
That someday I'll get killed
Yes I will
On State Highway Number Two
It hurts where it didn't hurt before
So much is less
So little's more
The passing lane is just about through
I think I need just one more pill
And I think
That someday I'll get killed
Yes I will
On State Highway Number Two
The turns are too tight
To build up space
I've no chance in Hell to win this race
Maramarua's behind me now
But I still can't find her anyhow
Anyhow
Anyhow
The gaps are all I have to show
So little learnt
So much to know
I lurch on blindly with a clue
And still I feel like
Just a frill
And I think
Someday I'll get killed
Yes I will
State highway number two
State highway number two
Autor(es): Richard Selinkoff
