Sister feel the sun
As it beats down on hundreds of lovers like us
Sister you're so young
All we share is a mother, a mission and lust
It s a climate of love

The window's open
The road is steep
You dream of Italy
But you're asleep
We're still in Switzerland
We're climbing fast
You whisper Simplon
I shout 'At last!'
The Beetle lurches
The road unwinds
We grin like urchins, we're
Two of a kind

Sister cling to me
This tunnel goes on lOkm more
Sister in your skin
I smell springtime and sunshine
In the dark of each pore
It's a climate of love
And at the frontier
I take the air
They check our papers
You comb your hair
The guard leans over you
I hear him laugh
He says your picture
Isn't pretty enough
Are we on honeymoon?
And I reply
No we're just terrorists
Two of a kind

Let's take leave of the wealthiest
Defy their greedy will
Power's the height of selfishness
But we go higher still

We'll go da da da da da