| You broke down on the road
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| Maybe a belt or a hose, I wouldn’t know
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| I see you sunk, but I’m not torn
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| I give you two friendly beeps on that horn
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| You look up as I wave yeah
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| You wave back
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| And I lift my middle finger out for the attack
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| Now your mad, and you’re confused
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| You got the Supersucker drive-by blues
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| I seen you waitin' for the bus
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| Standing on the highway in the dust
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| Take advantage of my freedom
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| Where’s Goodyear and AAA when you need 'em
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| Feel tough, but technically we’re unarmed
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| Feel hurt, physically you’re unharmed
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| You’re just mad, and confused
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| You got the Supersucker drive-by blues
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| We up and scream
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| We up and shout
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| I get and say everything it’s all about
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| It makes us laugh when you get mad
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| They get up, the cuss us out
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| And all the things that are going in your head
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| But we ain’t out killer other f-era dead
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| They’re just mad, they’re confused
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| They got the Supersucker drive-by blues
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| They’re just mad, they’re confused
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| They got the Supersucker drive-by blues
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| They’re just mad, they’re confused
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| They got the Supersucker drive-by blues |