Now he's sick with the taste of...
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The sound of airbrakes sends a shiver down my spine
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Those gilded ladies on the mudflap slide
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I'm workin' bug-eyed on the late shift
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Doin' a long haul sucking truckie's dick
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Now he's sick with the taste of truckers come
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Sick with the taste of truckers come
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Sick with the taste of, sick with the taste of
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Sick with the taste of truckers come
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Oh, whoa, whoa
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Oh, whoa, whoa
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Oh, whoa, whoa
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Oh, whoa, whoa
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Here comes the aeroplane I open wide
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Through a hole in the cubicle I watch it slide
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Is this my place? Is this my lot?
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To be chafe lipped in a truck-stop?
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Now he's sick with the taste of truckers come
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Sick with the taste of truckers come
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Sick with the taste of, sick with the taste of
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Sick with the taste of truckers come
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Oh, whoa, whoa
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Oh, whoa, whoa
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They love the highway, no love at home
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In a centred element of the economic flow
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But then I serve, embracing my lot
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Chafe lipped in this truckstop
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Now he's sick with the taste
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Now he's sick with the taste
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Now he's sick with the taste
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Sick with the taste of truckers come
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Sick With The Taste (Of Truckers Come)
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Machine Gun Fellatio |