Sick With The Taste (of Truckers Come) Lyrics - Machine Gun Fellatio

Now he's sick with the taste of... 

The sound of airbrakes sends a shiver down my spine 

Those gilded ladies on the mudflap slide 

I'm workin' bug-eyed on the late shift 

Doin' a long haul sucking truckie's dick 

Now he's sick with the taste of truckers come 

Sick with the taste of truckers come 

Sick with the taste of, sick with the taste of 

Sick with the taste of truckers come 

Oh, whoa, whoa 

Oh, whoa, whoa 

Oh, whoa, whoa 

Oh, whoa, whoa 

Here comes the aeroplane I open wide 

Through a hole in the cubicle I watch it slide 

Is this my place? Is this my lot? 

To be chafe lipped in a truck-stop? 

Now he's sick with the taste of truckers come 

Sick with the taste of truckers come 

Sick with the taste of, sick with the taste of 

Sick with the taste of truckers come 

Oh, whoa, whoa 

Oh, whoa, whoa 

They love the highway, no love at home 

In a centred element of the economic flow 

But then I serve, embracing my lot 

Chafe lipped in this truckstop 

Now he's sick with the taste 

Now he's sick with the taste 

Now he's sick with the taste 

Sick with the taste of truckers come