ZEB ATLAS

Zeb Atlas
he keeps you awake at night
Zeb Atlas
he turns you up after midnight
Zeb Atlas
he's as hot as he could embrace you tight
Take a shower
and wait his best deep inside

he's not just imagery from a great God
zip your pants up before he finds your cock
I'm not sure if he's a boy or a girl
dancing like he dances, I'm confused in a whirl

at the gym or at the church, he's the same
his hot body is log, it's always in flames
where are your tattoos? we can make a fusion
film us up as we're living a porn illusion

Zeb Atlas
he keeps you awake at night
Zeb Atlas
he turns you up after midnight
Zeb Atlas
he's as hot as he could embrace you tight
Take a shower
and wait his best deep inside

romantic, exotic: your papa would say NO!
Even a good man wants him without fancy clothes
powerful and suckable, your mom says he is strange
but nobody would bet what a success he became

Zeb Atlas
I'm feeling all out of control
Zeb Atlas
your behavior throws me beyond
Zeb Atlas
don't know where or how you live
Zeb, take me home fast and set me free as your bitch

Zeb Atlas...
Zeb Atlas...
Zeb Atlas...

Life On Road

Two seconds untill the meet of our bodies
the energy is on fire running wild
take your time to feel my love
a little time to make the dance
and fight against...
fight against...
what's wrong

Your brain is your powerful gun (ah, ah)
the pain can't deny yourself
the world is small for you now (ah, ah)
this travel is for Paris or Hell

Hear the 'bang-bang' of my drum
say 'yes' as wedding bells ring
the night for us is just a tramp
who we fuck and leave behind without teeth

I scream your label across the bar
nobody knows where you've been
you'd have lost your mind
with no money, go out of line
a new way to waste your life
but I'll survive...
a freak time...
 in L.A.

Stop in the corners to rest (voilà!)
the road is our wife, love and home
top, wrench, oil, fuel and control (cars-cars)
with you I'll never be alone

my motor's music is marvelous
a lot of girls like it too much
let her take a ride on your cock
go away before the sun rises up

I'm not formal, I'm not social
quickly I race on the edge of my life
a man on leather denim shouldn't be kind, I know
but he's always on to Eagles' calls

Your brain is your powerful gun (ah, ah)
the pain can't deny yourself
the world is small for you now (ah, ah)
this travel is for Paris or Hell

Hear the 'bang-bang' of my drum
say 'yes' as wedding bells ring
the night for us is just a tramp
who we fuck and leave behind without teeth

• 'Voilà' is a french expression that means 'here it is'.