| Pull the car over you’re frightening the kids
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| Pull the car over you’re frightening the-
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| What did you promise us
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| About grinning in the rear view mirror
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| Without your fake teeth in?
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| Keep your glass eye glued on the end of the highway
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| Up ahead of us
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| The collision is always licking it’s lips
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| You weren’t supposed to open the door
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| Just keep the plane from drifting off course
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| We’ll attend to the terrified first class
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| Convinced there’s a hoof print on the bow
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| All hail the wounded heart contingent
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| Who’ve given us something more than faultlessness to sing about
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| Long live prosthetic live wires
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| The faulty mechanism of hope has disintegrated
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| Your captain nailed his feet
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| To someone else’s ship at the sight of me
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| Your captain nailed his feet
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| To someone else’s ship at the sight of me
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| Do what your mother tells you
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| Do what your mother tells you
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| Do what your mother tells you
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| And put down the sheriff’s horse
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| Do what your mother tells you
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| Do what your mother tells you
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| Do what your mother tells you
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| And put down the sheriff’s horse
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| The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly
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| Singing «Hallelujah, the king is dead»
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| The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly
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| Singing «Hallelujah, the king is dead»
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| The king is dead |