Pet Shop Boys - Motoring текст песни

The open road
A dream of freedom
Where you can speed on your way
For to live is to drive in fast cars
Come, every man, every boy!
How much can you destroy?
Burn it up!
Now you’re really motoring!
When there’s a planet to kill
It’s a thrill
And you’re really motoring
Can’t slow down
Build more freeways
Nothing can stop us now
In the fast lane
It’s every man for himself
There’s so much to enjoy
To pollute, to destroy
Burn it up!
Now you’re really motoring
When there’s a planet to kill
It’s a thrill
And you’re really motoring
Don’t it make you weep?
Petrol isn’t cheap
Let’s not live in the past
We want ring-roads
Not hope and glory
So life is easy and fast
Every park should be multi-storey
Come, every man, every boy!
How much can you destroy?
Burn it up!
Now you’re really motoring!
When there’s a planet to kill
It’s a thrill
And you’re really motoring