- (Motor) Modo de Vida
(Motor) Way Of Life
Tank full,
Open road,
Sat Nav programmed,
Let's go!
Speakers scream,
Siamese Dream,
The conversation flows.
And we are miles away from the place where we're playing,
We won't abide by the law,
We are lads on tour.
Poor diet,
No sleep,
Queue at the merch - ten deep.
Really tired, grubby guys making memories to keep.
And we are miles away from the place where we're playing,
We won't abide by the law,
We are lads on tour.
And we're going to play the roof off of the venue,
And I'm going to sing until my lungs collapse,
There's nothing more that I want when in this moment,
This is my calling so I'll answer it.
And we are miles away from the place where we're playing,
We won't abide by the law,
We are lads on tour.
(Motor) Modo de Vida
Tanque cheio,
Estrada aberta,
Sat Nav programado,
Vamos lá!
Alto-falantes gritam,
Sonhos siameses,
A conversa flui.
E nós estamos milhas de distância do lugar onde estamos tocando,
Nós não vamos cumprir a lei,
Somos rapazes em turnê.
Má alimentação,
Sem dormir,
Fila no trânsito - dez de profundidade.
Realmente cansado, caras sujas fazem a memória ser mantida.
E nós estamos milhas de distância do lugar onde estamos tocando,
Nós não vamos cumprir a lei,
Somos rapazes em turnê.
E vamos jogar o telhado do local,
E eu vou cantar até ter um colapso nos pulmões,
Não há nada mais que eu queira neste momento,
Este é meu chamado então vou respondê-lo.
E nós estamos milhas de distância do lugar onde estamos tocando,
Nós não vamos cumprir a lei,
Somos rapazes em turnê.
Letras
- (Motor) Way Of Life
(Motor) Modo de Vida
A/s/l?
Another Sad Song
B.o.r.e.d
Beech Like The Tree
Faia da Árvore
Bretton
Bug
Could You? Would You?
Deadliest Catch
Down With The Kids
Eating Is Cheating
Extra! Extra! Read All About It!
Face Full Of Scars
Far Q
Frankie Goes To Hemel
High At Five
I Hate Comic Sans
I'm Not Bulimic (I Just Wanted To See How Far I Could Stick My Fingers Down My Throat)
If The World Was To End
Love Someone Else
March Of The Lta
Marilyn's Mansion
Mike Duce's Symphony No.11 In D Minor
Move Along
No Belts
Normally Strange
R.O.I
Scared Of The Dark
Sleeping In The Bath
Taping Songs Off The Radio
The Juggernaut
Uni 9mm
Up In Smoke
Vampires Suck, Blood
War With Words
What a Beautiful Day To Impersonate An Officer
Working For The Man By Day, Sticking It To The Man By Night
Yo Music Scene, What Happened?