The diesel is so nice I just need something

The barometer's falling down, I feel so sultry

Something is simmering and boiling inside me

If I ignore it and squeeze out laughter

I charge up with a typhoon, hurricanes and storms



I just need the diesel

I just find the smell

I just sniff it and I can feel the harbour just close by

I just try to sniff the diesel but I can't



A tide with an undertow, the sea is swelling

Impatience makes me foam

A wave inside me forces out big words

They splash and sprinkle

An angry torrent breaking loose, a flush or rushing joy



The diesel,

It just makes me feel

It just fills my veins so quickly

I don't know why it just does

I'm down by the harbour

A cigarette would be ideal

Then I remember that the diesel...



And I can't help it, I'm exploding again

I'm calling weather station NOMAD

And satellite NIMBUS

It's a blizzard inside me, a bomb ticking

This is the tidal wave

Here comes the tidal wave