| Hey, It's Your Funeral Mama |
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the sky is blue, the grass is brown
my head is buried inside this helmet
and the ever present threat of parasites
so take my hand, let's get these motors running!
so you drive red (you drive red)
and I'll drive black (I'll drive black)
(we'll see who's machine was most recently serviced)
we'll cut these rows of Goodyears like a knife
we don't fear [5x]
these machines
i got the scoop, I got the scoop
and it doesn't look so good, so good for you
so you drive red (you drive red)
and I'll drive black (I'll drive black)
(we'll see who's machine was most recently serviced)
we'll cut these rows of Goodyears like a knife
like a knife, like a knife, yeah
we'll cut these rows of Goodyears like a knife
so you drive red (you drive red)
and I'll drive black (I'll drive black)
(we'll see who's machine was most recently serviced)
we'll cut these rows of Goodyears like a knife.
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