I got a freeway in mind, let go of my head Walk down my line, better be sure youll be dead I got a trumpet, I know where to dump it Im glad that you came if the sound is the same Sometimes my reckless ways, shock my self system for days Now Im channelling my faze in an anacin haze But it aint gonna do me in, I know when to dump it A hole in my way again, Ill surely just jump it There was a kid in a tree among the birds and the bees Between bee hive and bird nest and I think you know the rest He wanted to be free with them but they werent believing Pecking and stinging him till he wasnt breathing But it aint gonna do him in, hell just go to heaven Not done just a dreamer of ten or eleven Ive got a freeway in mind, let go of my head Walk down my line, better be sure youll be dead I got a trumpet, I know where to dump it
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