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Come down to the ground and drive like a son of a bitch In your little green car Around and around we got nowhere to go But then nothings too far I make an exception 'cause I know who you are But in a little while ain't nothing gonna make This ugly face sit down and shut the fuck up... I'm tired of the suicide machines (let's just say it won't be taking too long) Come down to the ground and drive like a son of a bitch And I know I do too You sell it so well and that thing you don't miss? Guess it doesn't miss you I'm tired of the suicide machines Quitting time so I waited for the course to bring my goodnight I had the necessary fear and it was alright I would not do a thing to save my own life Love has a homicidal feel with every goodbye And it's the perfect way to get on someone's good side It may be the only thing you finish in your whole life Which is exactly what you need to make you feel right Aus Songtexte Mania