I'm driving my car through the city smocking and singing old rocknroll tunes there is Elvis speaking to me through the radio. I don't need to go back home Nobody there is waiting for his knight I'm free tonight, let's do something funny In the nightime traffic jam there are beauties they sells themselves... In the nightime traffic jam I talk to myself No food in my house I am Hungry Like The Wolf That's why I am looking for a Road pizza With slices of meat And some ground bones. Then a glass of Bones and comfort Makes me belch pins and nails. I look towards people on the sidewalk I don't understand their hair, their pants… they are emo with sadness in their eyes Alice keeps singing on the radio and And soon I get caught by a cold fever, yeah! My car's the bull, they'll be my red cape I like marmalade on a slice of bread. I like bodies' Jam on a slice of the road. No food in my house I am Hungry Like The Wolf That's why I am looking for a Road pizza With slices of meat And some ground bones. Then a glass of Bones and comfort Makes me belch pins and nails.