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Josh Tomlin
Josh Tomlin
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Andy Palmer
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Andy Morris
Andy Morris
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Curtis Babers
Curtis Babers
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Joe Ettling
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I got a yellow flag with coiled snake about to strike 450 big block with some 17s and 35s If ignorance is bliss then I'm the happiest alive Just fill the tank and throw that motherfucker into drive Oh what, you didn't know that this America is mine? I make it greater doing burnouts one road at a time I'm lighting diesel like there's never gonna be enough And watch the smoke go to the sky To choke the air above You ask why I do these things? What's there to explain? The only way I know to live is... Four wheels Two balls No brains I'm making irony the artform of the working class The stars and bars next to the flag that fucking kicked their ass I wave it proudly, shouting "freedom" and "justice for all" Except for immigrants and city folks who know it all What do you mean when you say you ain't understanding me? My brain is empty and my empathy is absentee That's just the way I's raised and I ain't gonna apologize Just like my daddy said, we're all here to antagonize You ask why I do these things? What's there to explain? The only way I know to live is... Four wheels Two balls No brains Better lock the hubs And blast that rock
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