Lyrics

He doesn't care for those dead presidents
you got some style but you're fresh outta sense
He sweats like a corpse but he loves you to death willful child

You stole the keys and last Saturday's rent
and drive to a bar where you toast absent friends
And as El patron grins Federales storm in willful child

and I know your wheels, I know your wheels
I know your wheels, bring it back home

You always said that you didn't belong
you heard the call of the deep and the blue
But you had to go 'cos the home is where hurt is in you yeah

Packed up your things headed off down the road
no steal a wave goodbye
But you walking the world with you fathers eyes willful child yeah

and I know your wheels, I know your wheels
I know your wheels, bring it back home
Yeah yeah, oh yeah
and I know your wheels, I know your wheels
I know your wheels bring it back home
Yes I know your wheels, I know your wheels
oh I know your wheels, bring it back home