歌词
Driving down a single lane road I met
A woman in a dark blue Volkswagen
There was no safe place for us to pass
Playing at the game of chicken
A slow crash coming any day
Cannot be avoided
Standing at the side of the road with our hands on our hips
Two winners at the game of chicken
My hand automatically raises up in a salute
At an unknown number of magpies roosting in a bush
Thieving little birds
Thieving little birds
Thieving little birds
The crows move across this field like a search party
A CD skips in the dark blue beetle
A slow crash coming any day
Cannot be avoided
The spinning of a CD skipping
The winning of a game of chicken
Metal hulks lying in the lane
Beetles on their backs
Wriggling in vain
As real as superstition flying on the wing
As real as anything