Foolish
怕繁杂
歌词
I'm in the mood for gasoline;
the fuel that runs my heart and all its greed.
In a red race-car chasing money,
with unseen rusting on the chassy.
Keep it up!
Blow onto the fire to keep my dreams alive.
My eyes are close to light.
Pirelli treads worn lopsided,
becoming tractionless on the joy of life.
Keep it up!
I quit everything I loved,
took a long look at the junker I'd become.
Now I need the closure of a checkered flag in a pool of blood.
Keep it up!