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Out on a bicycle a reflection left behind, behind The desires of your daughters they will never be defined, defined Wild pedal wild energized by the stolen vodka and triple-sec Wheels spurting up the flecks of mud on your blue jeans and your turtleneck I'm out on a bicycle feeling God is on my side My mother didn't believe in discipline or the unconscious mind Ooh when you finally realize our love is found between the waking and the dreaming Ooh we fight one another in the afternoon, we bathe, we bathe each other in the evening Pick up, pick up your tiny arm and put it round Put it round the shoulder of your mother Pick up, pick up your tiny arm and put it round Put it round the shoulder of your mother Somewhere between the road and the ever-darkening sky Ooh the greediness of our hearts will not be satisfied As it is said by the occupants who rally round the outer steps of parliament So it is said confidentially by the men and women working in the government Pick up, pick up the bayonet and run it through Run it through the stomach of your brother Pick up, pick up the bayonet and run it through Run it through the stomach of your brother Pick up, pick up your bloody arm and put it round Put it round the shoulder of your lover Pick up, pick up your bloody arm and put it round Put it round the shoulder of your lover From Letras Mania