Highway One Zero Street where Elvis buys his Pabst
You're not leaving are you baby? Has the hotel collapsed?
Zero Street Highway One where auto collision is fun,
Your suntan's a cancer burn, and your motorcycle,
Your motorcycle is your gun
I can't believe I'm feeding cockroaches in the biggest jungle known to man
Right where the heart of Chinatown cuts into old Siam
I'm writing letters to the aliens, at midnight I rip down the shade
And there she sits, Queen of the Heavens
Saying Mexican silver is what true love weighs
Guns crack out on the boulevard spitting fire way down on the row
Cruisers flip out on the warpath, a pack of dogs attacks the old wino
I'm pleading don't let anybody hurt him, and it's a midnight parade
There goes the Blessed Soul of the Virgin
Patron Saint of all chambermaids
At the Condos de los Matadores where they hung Fatty Arbuckle's balls
Your kid sister's sitting, kicking drugs on a Bedouin rug in the hall
I'm writing letters to the aliens, at midnight I rip down the shade
And there she sits, Queen of the Heavens
Saying Mexican silver is what true love weighs
Highway One Zero Street where Elvis buys his Pabst
You're not leaving are you baby? Has the hotel collapsed?
Zero Street Highway One where auto collision is fun,
Your suntan's a cancer burn, and your motorcycle,
Your motorcycle is your gun.
Joe Strummer - Highway On Zero Street Lyrics
Joe Strummer - Highway On Zero Street Lyrics
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Highway One Zero Street where Elvis buys his Pabst
You're not leaving are you baby? Has the hotel collapsed?
Zero Street Highway One where auto collision is fun,
Your suntan's a cancer burn, and your motorcycle,
Your motorcycle is your gun
I can't believe I'm feeding cockroaches in the biggest jungle known to man
Right where the heart of Chinatown cuts into old Siam
I'm writing letters to the aliens, at midnight I rip down the shade
And there she sits, Queen of the Heavens
Saying Mexican silver is what true love weighs
Guns crack out on the boulevard spitting fire way down on the row
Cruisers flip out on the warpath, a pack of dogs attacks the old wino
I'm pleading don't let anybody hurt him, and it's a midnight parade
There goes the Blessed Soul of the Virgin
Patron Saint of all chambermaids
At the Condos de los Matadores where they hung Fatty Arbuckle's balls
Your kid sister's sitting, kicking drugs on a Bedouin rug in the hall
I'm writing letters to the aliens, at midnight I rip down the shade
And there she sits, Queen of the Heavens
Saying Mexican silver is what true love weighs
Highway One Zero Street where Elvis buys his Pabst
You're not leaving are you baby? Has the hotel collapsed?
Zero Street Highway One where auto collision is fun,
Your suntan's a cancer burn, and your motorcycle,
Your motorcycle is your gun.
You're not leaving are you baby? Has the hotel collapsed?
Zero Street Highway One where auto collision is fun,
Your suntan's a cancer burn, and your motorcycle,
Your motorcycle is your gun
I can't believe I'm feeding cockroaches in the biggest jungle known to man
Right where the heart of Chinatown cuts into old Siam
I'm writing letters to the aliens, at midnight I rip down the shade
And there she sits, Queen of the Heavens
Saying Mexican silver is what true love weighs
Guns crack out on the boulevard spitting fire way down on the row
Cruisers flip out on the warpath, a pack of dogs attacks the old wino
I'm pleading don't let anybody hurt him, and it's a midnight parade
There goes the Blessed Soul of the Virgin
Patron Saint of all chambermaids
At the Condos de los Matadores where they hung Fatty Arbuckle's balls
Your kid sister's sitting, kicking drugs on a Bedouin rug in the hall
I'm writing letters to the aliens, at midnight I rip down the shade
And there she sits, Queen of the Heavens
Saying Mexican silver is what true love weighs
Highway One Zero Street where Elvis buys his Pabst
You're not leaving are you baby? Has the hotel collapsed?
Zero Street Highway One where auto collision is fun,
Your suntan's a cancer burn, and your motorcycle,
Your motorcycle is your gun.
Writer: JOE STRUMMER, LONNIE MARSHALL, ZANDER SCHLOSS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.