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A snap of electric whip crack

She's not thinking about the future
She's not spinning her wheels
She doesn't think at all about the past
She thinking
A snap of electric whip crack

She's not thinking about the future
She's not spinning her wheels
She doesn't think at all about the past
She thinking
A snap of electric whip crack

She's not thinking about the future
She's not spinning her wheels
She doesn't think at all about the past
She thinking
Chorus

Bridge
Em cmaj7 em cmaj7
Don't break down in this cold town where the people live in fear
Em cmaj7
There's a wheel in my hand but I can't steer

I
Yeah, oh
You count every word I say
Over again you might find a way
Seven verses to magnify
Drop the feathers you will never fly

[Chorus]
(H. Banks)
Oh, there's 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18
Wheels on a big rig;
(OK, everybody now!)
Oh, there's
are no other ways
The seven-circled path 
Through the royal maze

The wheel of fortune
Guarded by the sphinx with her sword
Slowly turns, slowly
to climb

Bombarded by multiple choices 24/7
Navigating a tangled web of logic and passion
Guided by subconscious voices, astute and sharpened
Tested,
On the west coast driving big Cadillac's
Snow-white paint job with the wheel in the back
?sex talks smack if they cannot aim?
But you gotta have a brand in
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
Seven hundred miles, seventeen cigarettes
Still haven't got you off my mind yet
The daylight tossed, night time turned
Every bridge I crossed it
and chains of steel
Tighten the rope by turning wheel

[Chorus:]
The wheel is turning, it never stops
Ripping in half ripping apart
Once turning it cannot stop
Paradise calling and enter you may (Falling down)

Now your soul returns to paradise
(Falling down) Double seven thirty-four

The wheel kept turning
stuck for so long to the steering wheel
Seven out of ten
Eight out of ten
Nine out of ten
Good shot
Here's your 50 cents
Good luck
wheels?
I hear you used to walk to school seven miles a day
Did you ever ride a railroad train
And the very first time you saw a plane
Did you think
gonna stop,
But who is gonna stop him...

There goes the challenger
Being chased by the blue blue meanies on wheels
The vicious traffic squad cars
Seven-eleven he rolled
And all his life was a golden gamble
You'd see him reeling it in when the odds were high
Something supernatural,
of the wheel
Lord if you hear me, steer, steer
Lord if you hear me, steer

Awaken by the sound of the siren
Helicopter spotlights illuminate the crime scene
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they
Ah, one, two, three four
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
find my batteries".
(There's no batteries)

Seven o'clock in the morning
They find me by the bed
with my friend the Japanese toy.
I am with him.
goal from the 30 yard line 
They forget to add seven yards for the snap 
And 10 more 'cause the goal posts are pushed way back 

In 1974,
Fall asleep, gone behind the wheel
Sleepwalk makes the turns, still I woke home
Amazing faith and what its done
Some had or had none, ennui's bare
By Walter Egan

It was a Sunday night I will never forget,
Driving down the street in my red Camaro,
As I pulled in to the seven eleven,
The locals
the Jim like Amtrak 
Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks 
From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette 
But now I'm Swayze, ghost,