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my sights on you I Got a licence to kill (to kill) And you ... for your heart (Got a licence to kill) Got a licence to ... to tear us apart (Got a licence to kill) Licence to kill

sights on you I've got a licence to kill And you know I'm ... for your heart I've got a licence to kill Anyone who tries to ... their dying day Ooh Got a licence to kill And you know I'm

of the cars And the drivers, they don't notice all the ... of the cars And the drivers, they don't notice all the ... of the cars And the drivers, they don't notice all the

downstate Then take off the licence plates And wait for me I ... Then to take off the licence plates And wait there for ... downstate Then take off the licence plates And wait for

ve heard songs about truck drivers many times their stories told ... you mine There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't for us trucks ... the luck There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't for us trucks

Escaped all the slave drivers Reunited at the edge of dawn ... Escaped all the slave drivers Reunited at the edge of dawn

to rise To destroy their licence to kill Merciless Soldier, ... to rise To destroy their licence to kill Merciless Soldier,

for evermore Where taxi drivers never stop talking Under ... for evermore Where taxi drivers never stop talking Under

car I don't need no backseat drivers Leave 'em all behind And

needs thrills Backseat drivers - pseudo Mac Gyvers Riding ... asylum cage Backseat drivers - pseudo Mac Gyvers Riding ... it just repeats Backseat drivers - pseudo Mac Gyvers Riding

Dem affi have a permit and a licence fi mi Now tell me who say ... Dem affi have a permit and a licence fi mi Mi admit it mi say mi ... Sahsa:(have a permit and a licence fi mi) Yuh dun

Then they hand to you your drivers papers The iron road is a ... the iron way, we're the Loco drivers, early riser, lodging turners

So why should you cry for the licence plate of a colder state?

the 5 For the angry bus drivers and the nine-to-fivers I’ll

need it anyway or all the drivers will be bored and they

you to eat I've held my licence It came with birth, For

it's been so long. No fancy drivers tell us how to drive Me and

3 cause we don't pay our licence fee, ain't gonna get what

bird board terf board Need a licence to observe And i swear they

in every corner no licence to heave a sigh Climbing

tell us About the drunk drivers They seem to have a

bullets bounce back leave the drivers unshot city on my shoulder, ... bullets bounce back leave the drivers unshot city on my shoulder,

the ring and bought the licence too We stood before the

sense To sign that wedding licence? Boy! what love has done to

sense To sign that wedding licence? Boy! What love has done to

crew we had justice too The drivers were flying by night

tell plastic lies Plastic drivers in plastic cars Plastic

to the rhythm that the drivers made. People passin' by

think we are Back seat drivers don't know the feel of the

to the rhythm that the drivers made. People passing by

charge by force with free licence to lunge Snarl and take a

sacred words Here's to the drivers at the wheel Here's to

with the rhythm that the drivers made The People passing by,

with the rhythm that the drivers made. The People passing by,

pay that I said it to the licence guy There is no way I will

with the rhythm that the drivers made The people passin' by

"Come on baby I got a licence for love And if it expires

They're killing under human licence They're the kiss of death

passport to pleaseure's a licence to kill? So I won't waste

stink Jews are cheap, bad drivers are Chink Have you heard

long Then she straddles the drivers seat And she and she and she,

too late - it was the cab drivers fault now I've got to wait

motored crawl And the drivers in their Chevrolette's Aint

with the rhythm that the drivers made The people passing by

Hold tight, feel the drivers bite, hear the whistle moan

speaking French to the taxi drivers We slept and were cold on

right to survive and your licence for life Your ancestral law,

track, The hummin’ of the drivers was my lullaby, And a

14 or 15; trying to pass my drivers-test. The thing to do was to

can be so profound Bus drivers make the world go round