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The Dead Weather Gasoline

luxury So cool your engines for me I don't want a sweetheart I want a machine I love you the most, I do When you're so close to me I can smell the gasoline

luxury So cool your engines for me I don't want a sweetheart I want a machine I love you the most, I do When you're so close to me I can smell the gasoline

And the first one tore a picture Of a dead and hanging man Who was kissing foreign fishes That flew right out from this hands And when I put my arms around

what I say Yeah hey hey, a new morning, the weather's changing Yeah hey hey, a new morning, the weather's changing Cha', hey hey, a new morning, the weather

baby I ain't goin. Gentlemen start your engines! If you lock up the whiskey, give me gasoline. I got a seven grand redline on the black machine. The dead

t.v. and winners history three dead police one for thanks and two for please in every single town, every officer is down all dead police, all dead police fair-weather