You've got your own thing

But it's not happening

You've got your own place

But that's not where it's at



It's not happening

That's not where it's at



You're like a race car

With all the tires flat

You look like a million bucks

But where can you go like that



Like a million bucks

All the tires flat



(we all want to get to heaven

But we don't want to die)


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