The Legendary Pink Dots: Black Highway

There's space in my car, speed you to heaven. Maybe scorch the Black Highway, pass the waters of the Styx. Mix my mescaline with hairspray; well past caring, but I'll show you some excitement - better clutch a crucifix! Goodness gracious, great balls of fire glow in the city's stainless streets. Policemen waves as a crowd admires, as a mess is covered with a sheet, dancing in the street. A truck overtakes; the truck overturning, twisting cartwheels on the concrete, dancing over a ledge. Shall i make it a duo? Tiny heart a-flutter, pitter-patter! As I slide out from the gutters and it's sliding through a hedge. Goodness gracious, a whop-bop-a-loo-bop, a-whop-bam-boom, crash crash! Policemen waves as the crowd perspires, as a mess is covered with a sheet, dancing on the sheet. Madness in my family since the sixteenth century, and it seeps though my finger when I'm poised behind the wheel. Tonight I'm feeling nasty - some bastard's gonna suffer, be crying for his mother, 'cos my dial is locked on kill! Oh goodness gracious! A hot old time in the old town tonight, as a mess is covered with a sheet. The siren shouts murder, splinters the sunrays. A fireman weeps as he picks up a towel. Still they arrive in their cars and their gamblers, pitching tents, picking hampers, searching quietly for holes. Goodness gracious, good golly Miss Molly, we're having a ball! Lens dipped and focused on the girl with an ice cream. Dressed her up in cellulite and sold her to the world. Make the morning petitions, the face of exhibitions, the opposition, an uncle who cut off her curls. Oh goodness gracious, good golly Miss Molly, you sure look bald! A policeman waves as a crowd admires, as a mess is covered with a sheet dancing in a sheet. Drive a car?