Гарик Сукачев - In the Death Car

A howling wind is whistling in the night My dog is growling in the dark Something’s pulling me outside To ride around in circles I know that you have got the time Coz anything I want, you do You’ll take a ride through the strangers Who don’t understand how to feel In the deathcar, we’re alive In the deathcar, we’re alive I’ll let some air come in the window Kind of wakes me up a little I don’t turn on the radio Coz they play shit, know When your hand was down on my dick It felt