Kasabian – West Ryder Silver Bullet

Mist covers the ground in the city

Engine rumbles quiet as we drift by

I wish you could see it through my crooked eye

Oh, your beauty plays me just like a guitar string

I want your touch

Oh, how I want you far too much

She’s my baby, he’s my baby

Days drift into one, it’s so pretty

Traveling Wilburys Polly’s photo fits

And this stolen car is loaded with junk, it’s so dirty

He’ll be the death of me but that’s okay

I want your touch

Oh, how I want you far too much

She’s my baby, he’s my baby

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