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Driver's in the backseat cranking up the heat |
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Passengers with free rides oozing history |
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Barking out an order for the underclass |
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Get this monster moving 'cos I cannot be arsed |
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But driver can you see them can you feel the noise? |
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And are you just a failure of choice? |
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Why'd you take a chance on what was bound to fail |
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All that speculation's landed you in jail |
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Bullish bearish boorish words that mean nothing |
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You're trading in your wife and your neighbours start to swing |
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But driver does it kill you knowing that you're shunned |
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When the chosen one's say "you're choice is chosen for you" |
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Feeding them on pop stars nutrition in soaps |
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Greedy little jumped up apparatchiks joke |
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How his life is easy when the autopilot's on |
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You're selling mines for fortunes when you bought them for a song |
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See the engine driver's knuckles start to bleed |
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Maybe he'll take heed that |
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You're choice is chosen for you |
