Machine Gun Fellatio - Sick With The Taste (Of Truckers Come) lyrics

Now he's sick with the taste of...

The sound of airbrakes sends a shiver down my spine

Those gilded ladies on the mudflap slide

I'm workin' bug-eyed on the late shift

Doin' a long haul sucking truckie's dick

Now he's sick with the taste of truckers come

Sick with the taste of truckers come

Sick with the taste of, sick with the taste of

Sick with the taste of truckers come

Oh, whoa, whoa

Oh, whoa, whoa

Oh, whoa, whoa

Oh, whoa, whoa

Here comes the aeroplane I open wide

Through a hole in the cubicle I watch it slide

Is this my place? Is this my lot?

To be chafe lipped in a truck-stop?

Now he's sick with the taste of truckers come

Sick with the taste of truckers come

Sick with the taste of, sick with the taste of

Sick with the taste of truckers come

Oh, whoa, whoa

Oh, whoa, whoa

They love the highway, no love at home

In a centred element of the economic flow

But then I serve, embracing my lot

Chafe lipped in this truckstop

Now he's sick with the taste

Now he's sick with the taste

Now he's sick with the taste

Sick with the taste of truckers come