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Before you kill me, honey, recognise,
I'm your one-way rumbling ride through yellow skies,
I'm your sunshine trucking man,
I'm doing everything I can to realise the yellow skies.

Were you crying in the kitchen'
Did you paint the four walls blue'
Was it something I said, something that I did to you'
Sometimes love is really sad, but you don't have to feel so bad all day,
We can ride away.

Let's go outside, open up our eyes, and exchange this cloudy room for yellow sky,
I'm your sunshine trucking man,
I'm doing everything I can to realise the yellow.

Oh.

Oh, the saucers in the kitchen, flying like UFOs,
It's a mystical experience; mama never told me so,
Sometimes love can twist your head, but you don't have to wish me dead today,
Close your eyes and pray.

Before you kill me, angel, recognise,
I'm your one-way rumbling ride through yellow skies,
I'm your sunshine trucking man,
I'm doing everything I can to realise, to realise,
Open up our eyes to the yellow, to the yellow.

(Sudden fog has taken over the building)
(I can't see you - can you guys see me back here')
(It's a pity)
(Who said that')
(Me, back here on the drums)
(We're gonna try some new songs. We have a new album out, called "Free Flying Soul," it's already really huge in the Dominican Republic)
(And it's out of print in the United States, so...)