Hey, It's Your Funeral Mama

The sky is blue, the grass is brown

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My head is buried inside this helmet

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The ever present threat of parasites

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So take my hand, let's get these motors running

Drive red, so you drive red

And I'll drive black, I'll drive black

We'll see who's machine was recently serviced

We'll slit these rows of good years like a knife

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We don't fear, we don't fear

We don't fear, we don't fear

We don't fear 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, drive red

And I'll drive black, I'll drive black

We'll see who's machine was recently serviced

We'll cut this row of Goodyear like a knife

Like a knife, like a knife, yeah

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We'll cut this row of Goodyear like a knife

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So you drive red, you drive red

And I'll drive black, I'll drive black

We'll see who's machine was recently serviced

We'll cut this row of good years like a knife