Gaze up to the skies,
Truth you opened up my eyes.
On the leg and a wing, we'll be winging it hard,
On the wing of a prayer, on the wing of a car.
Between radio stations and tuned in verse,
Are echoes of the creation of this universe.
Stars don't light up, stars reflect.
I don't light up, we reflect.
You then light up, I deflect.
Just a racket of crickets and this packet of biscuits,
Some flat-out big riffs and a fat lemon bifta.
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
Through to the start.
Gaze up to the skies,
Truth you opened up my eyes.
One day, they're gonna make electrical implants for the brain.
That simulate raving sensations Wayne.
Imagine the dilemma, for the man and his penants,
If he could get f***** without hanging his health up.
Would this be illegal, would the Daily Mail rail on it?
Is this evil, to need to escape these pains?
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
Through to the start.
Gaze up to the skies,
Truth you opened up my eyes.
Pull out the glove box, blanket in the boot,
Yesterday's sweets are hankering for some fruit.
In a rainproof jacket on the sunroof, sack it,
I wish on a star, I wish for a bar, with a cigar
Start up the engine so the battery doesn't flatten
The music on the shuffle is becoming a pattern.
I don't know what that is.
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
Through to the start.
Like some validium nightmare from 1986,
Let the satellite navigation system guide us to the sticks.
We ride on her direction through the night while up to tricks
So the authority like figures don't find us with our spliffs.
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
Through to the start.
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
Through to the start.
Gaze up to the skies,
Truth you opened up my eyes.
Truth you opened up my eyes.
On the leg and a wing, we'll be winging it hard,
On the wing of a prayer, on the wing of a car.
Between radio stations and tuned in verse,
Are echoes of the creation of this universe.
Stars don't light up, stars reflect.
I don't light up, we reflect.
You then light up, I deflect.
Just a racket of crickets and this packet of biscuits,
Some flat-out big riffs and a fat lemon bifta.
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
Through to the start.
Gaze up to the skies,
Truth you opened up my eyes.
One day, they're gonna make electrical implants for the brain.
That simulate raving sensations Wayne.
Imagine the dilemma, for the man and his penants,
If he could get f***** without hanging his health up.
Would this be illegal, would the Daily Mail rail on it?
Is this evil, to need to escape these pains?
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
Through to the start.
Gaze up to the skies,
Truth you opened up my eyes.
Pull out the glove box, blanket in the boot,
Yesterday's sweets are hankering for some fruit.
In a rainproof jacket on the sunroof, sack it,
I wish on a star, I wish for a bar, with a cigar
Start up the engine so the battery doesn't flatten
The music on the shuffle is becoming a pattern.
I don't know what that is.
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
Through to the start.
Like some validium nightmare from 1986,
Let the satellite navigation system guide us to the sticks.
We ride on her direction through the night while up to tricks
So the authority like figures don't find us with our spliffs.
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
Through to the start.
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
On the roof of your car at the stars,
Through to the start.
Gaze up to the skies,
Truth you opened up my eyes.