Missing tracks, another 45, she says «I like staying alive»
Wood grain on a lady’s brain, she says «I not doing so fine»
Black cat, crazy allet rat, well i’m not joing their fight
I been waiting so long you for you, just to go for a ride
Island avenue
Island avenue
Island avenue
Island… wo-hooo.
Lights on everybody’s gone, they try to make it to the morning sun
Sitting back on tweeting on my palms, your mace is much too strong
Wouldn’t thing it would be so long, this time I was wrong
Try to find where the sound came from; I think it came from a tounge
Island avenue
Island avenue
Island avenue
Island… wo-hooo.