[Verse 1] Yellow door Dented side Ashtray full of old goodbyes You light one Say “where to Φίλε?” I say “just drive till the meters forget”
[Chorus] Ligmákos taxi 67 Rolling like it’s 3 a.m. heaven Broken meter Broken air But it always gets me there Ligmákos taxi 67 Sacred route through smoke and yelling You curse the road I bless the ride You’re my panic You’re my guide
[Verse 2] Plastic beads on the rearview swing Your team’s scarf That cracked key ring Stories spill with the radio hum “How many runs ‘til the jackpot comes?”
[Chorus] Ligmákos taxi 67 Rolling like it’s 3 a.m. heaven Broken meter Broken air But it always gets me there Ligmákos taxi 67 Sacred route through smoke and yelling You curse the road I bless the ride You’re my panic You’re my guide
[Bridge] Red light Long line Engine heat You tap the wheel Drum that beat “You’ll forget me when you leave” you say (όχι ρε) I’m writing you into my name
[Chorus] Ligmákos taxi 67 Rolling like it’s 3 a.m. heaven Every shortcut Every swear Painted on my spine somewhere Ligmákos taxi 67 Sacred route through smoke and yelling When the city eats me alive I call your number We survive
Stile di musica
Greasy garage rock grit with a Greek taverna edge, mid‑tempo stomper. Crunchy guitars and driving bass, live drums with roomy snare, male vocals half-sung half-shouted. Choruses explode with gang shouts and octave doubles; bridge drops to toms and spoken vocal before a big final hook.