Paroles de Privacy

Drivin' down that highway In my automobile Drivin', drivin', drivin' Got both hands on the wheel Got my eyes on the road Dustin' off white lines The man's got his eye on me And that's in invasion of my privacy It's our last form of sanctuary Behind blacked out glass Say, who's that in there? That boy's drivin' much too fast Yeah, and he's got some real fine wheels out there I bet you paid through the nose Yeah, they're checkin' up on me And that's an invasion of my privacy Yeah, drive Yeah, out in the streets--no privacy In my own bedroom--no privacy On the telephone--no privacy In the back of my car--no privacy I can't get no I can't give me no I can't give me no privacy Drivin', drivin', drivin', Got my troubles on hold Just drivin' down that highway My fossil fuel's good as gold I'm lookin for that long lost road No sign of man, no sign of life Where you can't catch me To invade upon my privacy Oh--you can't catch me And invade upon my privacy Drive, drive, drive Privacy, sanctuary Drive, drive, drive, drive Privacy, sanctuary Drive, drive, drive, drive