Hey, It's Your Funeral Mama

The sky is blue, the grass is brown

My head is buried inside this helmet

The ever present threat of parasites

So take my hand, let's get these motors running

So you drive red (you drive red)

And I'll drive black (I'll drive black)

(We'll see who's machine was most recently serviced)

We'll slit these rows of Goodyears like a knife

We don't fear

We don't fear

We don't fear

We don't fear

We don't fear

These machines

I got the scoop, I got the scoop

And it doesn't look so good, so good for you

So you drive red (you drive red)

And I'll drive black (I'll drive black)

(We'll see who's machine was most recently serviced)

We'll cut this row of Goodyear like a knife

Like a knife, like a knife, yeah

We'll cut this row of Goodyear like a knife

So you drive red (you drive red)

And I'll drive black (I'll drive black)

(We'll see who's machine was most recently serviced)

We'll cut this row of Goodyears like a knife