Clara Plath fuck my car

FUCK MY CAR
I was driving my car
four miles ago
sit, drinking and having a cup
to the back of the town.
Like a new esence
in a packet coke.
I was spit in the bar
two guys in front
sit, drinking and having fun
to the end of the world.
LIke a new esence
watching in the back of the taxi
that nobody knows.
Fucking around
Like a new esence
in a packet coke.
Fuck, fucking around
fucking my car.
Fuck, fuck, fucking around
fuck fucking around.
Fuck, fuck, fucking around
fuck fucking around.
Like a new esence
in a packet coke
I was involved.
Like another drink
watching in the back of the taxi
that nobody knows.
Fucking around.
Fuck, fucking around
Fucking my car.
Fuck, fuck, fuckers.
Fuck, fuck, fuckers.