Alexisonfire - Hey, It's Your Funeral Mama

Alexisonfire - Hey, It's Your Funeral Mama слова, текст песни.

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.


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