Hey, It's Your Funeral Mama

The sky is blue

The grass is brown

My head is buried

Inside this helmet

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 recently serviced

We slit these rows of Goodyears like a knife

We don't fear

We don't fear

We don't fear

We don't fear

We don't fear

These machines

Go..

I got the scoop

I got the scoop

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 recently serviced

We cut these rows of Goodyear like a knife

Like a knife

Like a knife, yeah

We'll cut these row of Goodyear 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 recently serviced

We'll cut these row of Goodyears like a knife