Lyrics:
Squealer so
My one-seat, three-wheeled, zero-motor Squealer
I always had to pedal real hard uphill
To almost take off, when going downhill
One screeching
where that boy Danny?
Danny, what, Taylor danny, what, Hawk
I done three-wheeled with that
Boy Marshall Faulk
I'm'a go blind cause of my diamonds
Bumper
of the day
Sunrise
Eyes shut tight
You better wake up there's another party tonight
You're rolling down town in a four-wheeled fort
It's a status-symbol
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from
slowly lock the door
For dramatic effect
Finger paint on the window
This four-wheeled chateau
Scene of the crime
And I just can't get enough
Of all this
I'm on my way to Valhalla baby
And I've got heaven a heart beat away
Moving faster than an aeroplane
Hellbound on a one way train
Four-wheeled fire
It won't be long before you're home
I'll tell you why, 'cause
Harry
It's you and me until the end of time
So get ready
Get on our four-wheeled sticks
three wheeled and jumped
Off a diving board
'Sace's keep me cold, slide like MBison
Broke these hoes off
Concealed a hand gun license
Oil swangin' diploma
purple-black sore and tender
Dyschromia
Lanes closed
The spaces left with forward movement
Traveling backwards constant siren pursuant
Ghosts cross hostile four
day
Wait a minute
You're telling me
Four wheels on a boot is better than my healies?
Oh please, I got my JNCO jeans with my chain wallet attached
Riding with the windows down
No map lil hoe I know this town
Oh I'm with the shit
I pour some more
It goes one, two, three, four
Put the seat down
until you cant run no more
Metal beast roar
Motorized fist of power
Driving the bodies
Deep into the ground
Four wheel drive mayhem
Massacre plowing
from cages on Highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line
Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death
this is the end now
Cars don't talk back they're just four-wheeled friends now
When I'm holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When I'm
Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into
from cages on Highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line
Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death
Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into
this is the end now
Cars don't talk back they're just four-wheeled friends now
When I'm holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When I'm
of happenstance
Waiting for four-wheeled messiahs to take them home again
But I am home anywhere if You are where I am
And if you listen to my songs I hope
[Something] Attracts immigrants in hard times
The southwest is suffering rapid change
Coal-burning plants multiply and the Four Corners grow dingy
only the
Start of it
Superficial arrogance played a big part in it
Our greedy callous handling of birth
Was the heart of it
A motorized revolt will tear
Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull it glides
Upon four legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into
in the middle and it can't get worse
Just the other day I saw my homie wheeled off in a hearse
So used to it, it don't even hurt
My heart's numb,
the end now
Cars don't talk back
They're just four wheeled friends now
When i'm holdin your wheel
All i hear is your gear
When i'm cruisin' in overdrive
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