| I’m not encased in metal
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| And I do not watch TV
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| I like my motorcycle
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| Because it helps me to feel free
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| The highways and byways are overrun
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| With Acura gangster clones
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| And soccer moms in S.U.V.'s
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| Who are talking on the phone
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| f**k the world!
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| Forever two wheels!
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| To all the crazy drivers
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| whipping in and out of lanes
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| start using your turn signals
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| or suck my lock and chain
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| Your car’s all over the road
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| You’ve got alcohol on your breath
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| It gets me homicidal
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| Because for me it’s life and death
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| f**k the world!
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| Forever two wheels!
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| You drive like a simp
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| And you think you’re a pimp
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| In your climate controlled cage
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| I’ve got hostile envy and it sets me in a rage
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| You’d better hope I don’t survive
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| If you get me in a crash
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| Cuz I’m looking to kill you
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| And they call me scooter trash
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| f**k the world!
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| Forever two wheels! |