Le Butcherettes - The Hitch Hiker Lyrics
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The Hitch Hiker
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What Are The Lyrics For The Hitch Hiker By Le Butcherettes?
I've been waling all day in this dried up vast
Looking for a longer that will take me home Say you can help me, free me from this place Oh, mister, mister, mister, come on and give me a ride! Hey little lady how are you today? Of course I will help you find a place to stay All you need to do is trust me, get inside And I will take you, drive you anywhere you desire! This ain't he kind of war That you have signed up for I'll snatch you from your home And leave your bones in holes We've been driving all night long and I'm getting sick Can we please pull over 'cause I need a piss break? Come mister mister don't you please be angry Why can't you hear me right out I said I need you to stop! Hey little lady You can't always get What you want When a man I thin and mad in love I'm starving for some action Not feeling your reaction I'll stop the driving' Baby come on just lemme have fun This ain't he kind of war That you have signed up for I'll snatch you from your home And leave your bones in holes Mother is worried She's waiting for signals Nobody has answers They're crossing their fingers Leaving a trail of young bone They're searching for pieces Of what used to be me Amongst the intensity of mother nature Buried in shadows of jung's birds This ain't he kind of war That you have signed up for I'll snatch you from your home And leave your bones in holes They will never find you here They will never find you here No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no |
Who Wrote The Hitch Hiker By Le Butcherettes?
Teresa Suarez
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