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(J. Roberts)life leads me where it choosei'm straping on my government shoesand tightening my straight jacketturn up the radio to drown out the racketnoise to noiseand crust to crustmy dodge omni is starting to rustand its driving with the cruise controli'm staring in space with my head like a holeand trent reznor just sold his soulto a little old man from ohioone fish two fishin a pani'll eat the grease while i still cantil my veins are chokedwith bullet trainsthat can make it from here to spainin under an hourif you can believe itthats seventy five dollarstake it or leave itpriorty service is fifty more bucksyou're still sitting in line with all the duckswithout the right stuffthey couldnt play howardbut maybe john stewartwould have fared betterif he'd just gone along for the ridejust go along for the ridejust go along for the ridetuck your planner insidethe flap in your sidecarand let the reaper drive his hoga chance of rain and patchy fogwith john phillips up in the skyfrogand i'm stuck in trafficbored out of my mindan out of body experienceof the sixty ninth kindand elvis is everywherestuffing his facebut i want to be anywherebut in this rat racethe boa constrictor is such a disgraceto cookie dough ice creamand minty toothpastethe next shuttle commanderis frankenstein's brideand with rosenblatt beetles all swelled up with pridei'm riding shotgun with bob at the wheeland i'm just along for the ride
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