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The sky is blue, the grass is brown My head is buried inside this helmet And 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 cut these rows of Goodyears like a knife We don't fear [5x] 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 these rows of Goodyears like a knife Like a knife, like a knife, yeah We'll cut these rows of Goodyears 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 these rows of Goodyears like a knife.