In the car

just get your arse in the car.
i don't know where we're going
and i don't care how far,
just pull your hands out the ground.

just lose your mind in the car.
sit back and knock back this cocktail:
small towns, cityscapes, traffic lights, motorways,
a roads, playing fields.
these woods will make a man out of you.

i'll take you on and on and on and on and on and on.

just keep it here in the car.
i'll move your life so fast
you'll see,
jimmy dean he ain't got nothing on me.

just find yourself in the car.
tongue this, it tastes like:
lip gloss, scented hair, jealously, quilt warfare,
luscious love, morning light.
this trip will make a man out of you.

in this novotel hell.
[weymouth to woking]
in my thoughts you hang and dwell.
[reading to birmingham]
you and her together.
[salford to somewhere]
would it be so wrong to kill her?

i made that man out of you.
i made that man out of you.
i made that man out of you.