| Driving, you’re no better than a drunk
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| So ask yourself, do you feel lucky punk?
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| Your attention, should be focused on the road
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| You’re like a time bomb, waiting to explode
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| You’re important, or that’s what you claim
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| But to call you, someone would have to be lame
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| Because you’re a danger, to all that you see
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| You should hang up, and listen to me
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| I know to keep in touch makes you feel more alive
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| But when you’re on the highway and you’re going 35
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| You can make the call when you arrive
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| It’s time for you to hang up and drive
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| Car phone, a license to kill
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| You’re a big spender, how high is your bill?
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| From talking, you’ve got nothing to gain
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| Except cancer, a tumor in your brain
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| It’s just gossip, diarrhea of the mouth
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| So pick a lane, you can go north, you can go south
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| You’re clueless, you don’t know what’s up |