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I'm thinking he's a stunt driver,
He drives with no headlights on,
Maybe he's lost his way,
Maybe he lost his home.
Maybe he got no soul,
Or maybe it's in the lost and found,
Maybe he's sideways,
Maybe he's upside down.
Or maybe he's another lost soul
Come to get it on, get it on child.
Hell he just parked on the lawn,
You know he don't give two shits.
He's waking with a morning sun.
Maybe it's time to quit.
Or maybe he ain't got no voice,
Or maybe got no words to say,
I don't think he'd understand,
No one listens anyway.
Or maybe he's another lost soul
Come to get it on, get it on child.
Calling all cars, is anybody there
Holdin' a sing, does anybody care.
Follow the forces of evil everywhere.
Chasing the lost souls, on down.
Thinking he's a stunt driver,
He follow no book of code,
You know that he a rambling man
Until his heart explode,
Or maybe he's all alone,
Or maybe got no heart to fill,
Maybe got no choice,
Maybe he lost his will.
Or maybe he's another lost soul
Come to get it on, get it on child,
or maybe he's another lost soul
Come to get it on, get it on child.
Oh four white wooden crosses
By the side of the road,
Throw a dozen dead roses
Out the passenger window,
Puts the peddle to the floor,
Watch the road erupt,
He got a belly full of bourbon,
Keep one eye shut.
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