Alexisonfire
Hey, It's Your Funeral Mama lyrics
Songwriters: Ingelevics, Jesse Ivars; Green, Dallas John; Steele, Christopher Raymo; Macneil, Wade Gordon; Pettit, George Douglas
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 recently serviced)
We'll slit 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 recently serviced)
We'll cut these rows of Goodyears like a knife
Like a knife, like a knife, yeah
We'll cut this row 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 recently serviced)
We'll cut this row of Goodyears like a knife.
Hey, It's Your Funeral Mama lyrics © Emi April Music Canada Ltd; Bald Headed Girls
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