The Car That Eats Men
By Pop Tronics on March 3, 2024 4:40 pm
In the shadows she waits alone
Vintage beauty as cold as stone
Waits in place, a Plymouth 58
Engines rev and give no grace
Chrome gleams with a devilish shine
A sirens call, it’s a warning sign
From dusk till dawn she prowls these streets
A phantom menace to each soul she meets.
Christine Christine
(she rules the road)
Christine Christine
(Lets the gasoline flows)
Her love is twisted her heart is rust
Under her tires you’ll turn to dust
A cursed beauty that death machine
The blood will curdle and men will scream
The tires screech it’s a symphony of fear
With each moment the end draws near
So heed this warning if you dare,
of Christines seductive glare
Christine Christine
(Her engine roars)
Christine Christine
(Beware her power)
Run run run just as fast as you can
Pistons pump and sparks ignite
Combustion engine
Murderous machine
A killer auto this is no dream
You gotta gotta gotta get away,
but you have no chance any day
You gotta get away gotta get away before she has her say.
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