Frontwards (Live)

I am the only one searchin' for you And if I get caught Then the search is through The stories they tell, you know they never add up I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart Be quiet, the weather's on the night news Empty homes, plastic cones Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? Well, I've got style Miles and miles So much style, it's wastin' So much style, and it's wastin' So much style, it's wastin' She's the only one who always inhales Paris is stale, and it's war if we fail Migrant hotels they never sleep, they never will The cigarette's cut like a dirt clod Your cigarette cuts to the inside Empty homes, plastic cones Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? Well, I've got style Miles and miles So much style, it's wastin' So much style, and it's wastin' So much style, it's wastin'