You’ve got your own thing
But it’s not happening
You’ve got your own place
But that’s not where it’s at
It’s not happening
That’s not where it’s at
You’re like a race car
With all the tires flat
You look like a million bucks
But where can you go like that
Like a million bucks
All the tires flat
(we all want to get to heaven
But we don’t want to die)
