who cares what she wears

Flyover, ADF

Mr. Transmetropolitan get out of my way,
There ain't enough hours in my day,
The city's on fire in the pouring rain,
steam is rising faster than a runaway train,
in the battle on the streets you fight computers and receipts,
in a bloody turf war between Prada Gucci
a killer behind the wheel who ain't never goin home
skidding and sliding outside the transit zone

Flyover, Flyover
Step on the gas get down in the accelerator,
Don't wanna get back don't wanna get captured,

Speeding through the invisible 20 percent,
watch the race between the guilty and the innocent
Rubbing shoulders with a su-su-super class engine,
burning up the hoorahs in South Kensington

Choking up London firing smoke into the air
some days you'd rather be anywhere but here,

Flyover, Flyover
Step on the gas get down in the accelerator,
Don't wanna get back don't wanna get captured,

Ooh, the city is blind but it will not slow down,
the drive to destruction is the heaviest sound,
The city is blind but it will not slow down,
the drive to destruction is the heaviest sound,
Is the heaviest sound, is the heaviest sound,

Shift to the underground and it's another story,
as the sounds surround you with positive energy,
As the bass line pud-a pump-pums creativity
I said you know this is the place to be, You know it's always been the place to be,

Flyover, Flyover
Step on the gas get down in the accelerator,
Don't wanna get back don't wanna get captured,

Don't wanna be down in the station at the stroke of midnight,
you only wanna go where there's plenty of light,
Asking for direction man they tell ya the wrong way,
you know there's never time, you know there's never enough hours in the day,

The city is blind but it will not slow down,
the drive to destruction is the heaviest sound.

Hmm... tak, definitywnie pasuje do mojego nastroju ostatnio. Swoją drogą, świetny song.