Highway 90 Songtext
von Jane Jensen

In all of your travelling
Remember this
It′s a highway to heaven

I'm driving down highway 90
Going back for to hair that dog that bit me
I′m gonna bite back while I can
Are you my boy, are you my man
Driving down highway 90
And the road becomes a boy to a bullet to a brain
The sky, all of this grey matter looks like rain

90, 90, 90, 90

Driving down highway 90
I think about a girl, she lives so fast
She could have been a supersonic chica
If she could get off her ass
Driving down highway 90
I dream about a day at a comic book store
I didn't want to be a groupie
But I guess I am a comic book whore


90, 90, 90, 90

Driving down highway 90
Lock me up in a disco and throw away the key
I want to be Donna Summer
But I bet she wouldn't wanna be me
Driving down highway 90

Highway 90, oh
90, 90, Oh
90, Oh
Driving down highway 90
Highway 90
Driving down highway 90
Highway 90


Driving down highway 90
Got vibrin′ in my body and a soda by my side
I′ll still be a freak this time next week
Oh, I don't wanna think, just drive
Driving down highway 90
I′m a fish in a fairlane ghost car scream
Now just stay on my good side
This car is me

90, 90, Oh
90, 90, Oh
90, 90, 90, Oh
90, 90, 90, Oh
90, 90, 90, Oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Buddha does commend me on my auto-sex
Buddha does commend me on my auto-sex
Buddha does commend me on my auto-sex