it's here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons
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toothy grills and car parts before me...the acid rain floods my
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floorboard, burns my pores, and rots my upholstry.. once I was
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worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty
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angry bay...
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I'm ready to leave
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I want to get out of here
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I'm ready to ride away
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I don't want to die in here
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I'm ready to ride
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mmy skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue... my body
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unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal
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relics... what was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty,
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but this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway...
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dig me...but don't...bury me
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