Ashley Stove All Summer Long Out Into The Race (or, suv protest song #3) Oh, out into the races Oh, out into the cold Where the cars look like bad belly dancers They try to get a hold of me But i move to the side Back and forth between i glide Using moves they've never seen In my metal death machine Relaxing later in my seat Warming myself with the heat I remember previous mistakes I become the thing i hate I got time to waste I got my own blue place You can keep your flutes and snakes More metal saves Protect protect myself A suit of armor for my health A nut in a nutshell of metal Everyone else is expendable i guess They are buried in my pedals Now i'm moving to the side Back and forth between i glide Using moves they've never seen I drive my metal death machine |
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