Trip Shakespeare - Two Wheeler, Four Wheeler lyrics

Two Wheeler, Four Wheeler I could move the boxes Four Wheeler, yeah In the honey time of youth When the wind had sweet breath When the rent was way down I would haul for no man But found by the birth horse Held by the earth weight I came down to find a job In the town of Doomland The bone-fingered workhorse Became the dark seedbed She became the blood mattress Flesh crib of my baby But when the rent was way down In the honey time of youth When the wind had sweet breath I would haul for no man