Motorphobia - The Wombats

Stamp on the brakes

You never could drive this car before

You turned too late

And we both flew over the hood

The central reservation

Never seems to get fully booked

In my annihilation

I missed the final words out of your mouth

The sound of the propellers drowned you out

We’ll meet again

Where motorways are made out of cotton wool

My love got sent

To your family in Liverpool

What a beautiful service you had

The orchids and the jars of sweets

My girlfriend spoke to your dad

Said I would answer any questions that he might have

We listened to Kraftwerk before the crash

Motorphobia is setting in

And it crushes like that tin can

Where to stop, how to begin

As it eats through all our future plans

Motorphobia is setting in

And it crushes like that tin can

Stamp on the brakes

You never could drive this car before

You turned too late

And we both flew over the hood

Between where I end and you begin

Something unwelcome is moving in

Between where I end and you begin

Something unwelcome is moving in

The Jehovah’s Witness at your front door

The horde of mice under your floorboards

Something unwelcome is moving in

Something unwelcome is moving in

Motorphobia, that’s what it is

And it crushes like that tin can

Where to start, how to begin

As it eats through all our future plans

Motorphobia is setting in

And it crushes like that tin can

Motorphobia is setting in