nobody home

I’ve got a little black box with my rides in Got a pouch with a CO2 pump and a tubes in When I’m a good doll they sometimes help me to win I got carbon cleats keepin my shoes on. Got those swollen calf blues. Got thirty nine chainrings of alloy on the cassette to choose from. I’ve got electric gears And I’ve lost all my fears. I have amazing powers of persecution And that is how I know When I try to get through On the telephone to you There’ll be nobody home. I’ve got wild staring eyes. And I’ve got a strong urge to ride But I got nowhere to ride […]