Warm Leatherette,
See the breaking glass,
In the underpass.
Warm Leatherette,
Hear the crashing steel,
Feel the steering wheel.
Warm Leatherette,
Melts on your burning flesh,
You can see your reflection,
On the luminescent dash.
Warm Leatherette,
A tear of petrol,
Is in your eye,
The hand brake,
Penetrates your thigh.
A tear of petrol,
Is in your eye,
Quick let’s make love,
Before we die.
On Warm Leatherette,
Join the carcrash set.