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