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Taking a trip across the USA
Gonna meet a lot of people along the way
From far and Wide
Floating along on the Rio Grande
Coca Cola in my hand
In the promise Land
Living my days in the old jail cell
Somehow life just goes to hell
With one bad hand
Love is love
Hate is hate
Now is now
And late it late
Truth is fiction
Truth is lies
Strange things happen
When worlds collide
Strange things happen
When worlds collide
Cruising down Route 66
Where the guys and gals
Used to get their kicks
In the old days
Running low on the people's fuel
Riding in something that's really cool
On the proud highway
Living my days in an old jail cell
Somehow things just go to hell
When worlds collide
Black is black
White is white
Wrong is wrong
And wrong is right
Truth is fiction
Truth is lies
Strange things happen
When worlds collide
Strange things happen
When worlds collide
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Love is Love
Hate is hate
Truth is fiction
And late is late
Truth is fiction
Truth is lies
Strange things happen
When worlds collide
Strange things happen
When worlds collide
Strange things happen
Strange things happen
Strange things happen
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Fill her up!
Fill her up!
Fill her up!
Fill her up!
Her engine's running and the fuel is clean
She only uses it 'cause she's a machine
She don't use much though, just to get around
(Keep filling that fuel line) (Keep filling that old fuel line)
(Keep filling that fuel line) (Keep filling that old fuel line)
The awesome power of electricity
Stored for you in a giant battery
She don't use much though, that's smart for a car
(Keep filling that fuel line) (Keep filling that old fuel line)
(Keep filling that fuel line) (Keep filling that old fuel line)
Fill her up!
Fill her up!
Fill her up!
Fill her up!
The world is ready for a whole new game
Some old-timers wanna stay the same
They like to advertise how clean and green they are
(Keep filling that fuel line) (Keep filling that old fuel line)
(Keep filling that fuel line) (Keep filling that old fuel line)
But she don't listen to what they say
She burned the mess they clean(?) instead
She don't use much though, that's smart for a car
(Keep filling that fuel line) (Keep filling that old fuel line)
(Keep filling that fuel line) (Keep filling that old fuel line)
Fill her up!
Fill her up!
Fill her up!
Fill her up!
She's not the car that she used to be
Keep ready for you, and she's ready for me
Into the future that's her destiny
(Keep filling that fuel line) (Keep filling that old fuel line)
(Keep filling that fuel line) (Keep filling that old fuel line)
(Keep filling that fuel line) (Keep filling that old fuel line)
(Keep filling that fuel line) (Keep filling that old fuel line)
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You can play my guitar
See it where it'll go
Send this song to a distant star
While the rhythm explodes
Just singing a song won't change the world
You can ride in my car
See how it rolls
Feel the new energy
As it quietly rolls
Just singing a song won't change the world
Just singing a song won't change the world
Just singing a song won't change the world
You can sing about change
While you're making your own
You can be what you try to say
While the big wheel rolls
Just singing a song won't change the world
You could play my guitar
Go where it goes
Send this song to a distant star
While the rhythm explodes
Just singing the song won't change the world
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Johnny Magic has a way with metal
Has a way with machines
One day in a garage far away
He met destiny
In the form of a heavy metal Continental
She was born to run on a Proud Highway
Then the whole world started running out of money
People losing their jobs
Right here in Wichita
Wichita
The home of the heavy metal Continental
Where the Motor-Head Messiah was tuning the system in
Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic
Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic
She burst from the garage in a blaze of silence
Disappearing down Douglas at lightning speed
She was gone before the garage door was down
In Wichita
The home of the heavy metal Continental
Where the Motor-Head Messiah was tuning the system in
Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic
Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic
Wichita
The home of the heavy metal Continental
She was born to run on a Proud Highway
Now she goes long range on domestic green fuel
100 miles per gallon is the Continental Rule
Out on the Kansas two-lane flats near Wichita
Wichita
The home of the heavy metal Continental
She was born to run on a Proud Highway
Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic
Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic
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The Motor-Head Messiah went to Washington
To show them what he'd done
The senators and congressmen came down
In Washington
And they rode in the heavy metal Continental
She was born to run on a Proud Highway
Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic
Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic
Wichita
The Motor-Head Messiah was tuning the system in
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It's all about my girl
It's all about my dream
And my machine
It's all about my world
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
Where did all the money go
Where did all the cash flow
Where did all the money go
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
It's all about my car (Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
It's all about my car (Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
And my girl
It's all about my world, my world
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
Where did all the money go
Where did all the cash flow
Where did all the revenue stay
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
It's all about my girl (Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
It's all about my girl (Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
And my dream
It's all about my world, my world
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
(Cough up the bucks) (Cough up the bucks)
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You know she needs attention
So take her for a ride
(You gotta get behind the wheel) She loves to go around anywhere
(In the morning and drive) Anytime that you decide
(You gotta get behind the wheel) In the morning and drive
You gotta get behind the wheel
You know she loves those long slow curves
So take her for a spin
(You gotta get behind the wheel) She always wants to please you
(In the morning and drive) No matter what shape your in
(You gotta get behind the wheel) In the morning and drive
You gotta get behind the wheel
(You gotta get behind the wheel) (In the morning and drive)
(You gotta get behind the wheel) (In the morning and drive)
(You gotta get behind the wheel)
You know she takes a little care
She's always looking good
(You gotta get behind the wheel) Pull over and put the top down
(In the morning and drive) Check out what's under the hood
(You gotta get behind the wheel) In the morning and drive
You gotta get behind the wheel
(You gotta get behind the wheel) (In the morning and drive)
(You gotta get behind the wheel) (In the morning and drive)
(You gotta get behind the wheel)
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When the day is done
And the sun is sinking low
When you see the light
When you been most everywhere
You go
You go
When the traffic's slow
Break lines lined up for miles and miles
And you know the end is not in sight
You can never take your rides
Off the road
Off the road
When you're all alone
And you've been driving through the night
And you know the end is not in sight
You can never take your rides
Off the road
Off the road
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She looks so beautiful, with the top down
Let's jump inside and take a trip to town
(Let's hit the road) Let's make some miles and spend a little time
(And go to town) And when we get there we'll stop our only dime
(Let's hit the road) And go to town
(Let's hit the road) And go to town
On the freeway in the middle of the commute
Bumper to bumper in a giant cloud of fumes
(Let's hit the road) From city to city everyone is on the move
(And go to town) Try to find the energy to stay in the groove
(Let's hit the road) And go to town
(Let's hit the road) And go to town
When I'm rolling on those big round wheels
Puts me in heaven that's exactly how I feel
Just jump inside and turn the key
Your satisfaction is guaranteed
(Let's hit the road) And go to town
(Let's hit the road) And go to town
Someone's tryin' to find the peoples fuel
No fear of failure for that crazy fool
(Let's hit the road) (And go to town)
(Let's hit the road) (And go to town)
(Let's hit the road) And go to town
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Instead of cursing the darkness,
Light a candle for where we're going,
There's something ahead, worth fighting for.
When the light of time is on us,
You will see our moment come,
And the living soul inside will carry on.
It's a chance to give new meaning to every move we make,
In the cavern, in the cave, where we come from.
When the light of dawn is on us,
We will see what we can be,
And the ancient ones can sleep an easy sleep
In the hallways of the ages, on the road to history,
What we do now will always be with us.
It's a chance to give new meaning to every move we make,
In the caverns, in the caves, where we come from.
Instead of cursing the darkness,
Light a candle for where we're going,
There's something ahead, worth looking for.
When the light of time is on us,
We will see our moment come,
And the living soul inside will carry on.
Light a candle in the darkness,
So others might see ahead,
Light a candle in the darkness, when you go.
Light a candle in the darkness,
So others might see ahead,
Light a candle in the darkness, when you go
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Got a pot belly,
It's not too big
Gets in my way
When I'm driving my rig
Driving this country
In a big old rig
Things I've seen
Mean a lot
Friend has a pickup
Drives his kid to school
Then he takes his wife
To beauty school
Now she's doin' nails
Gonna get a job
Got a good teacher
There's a fork in the road ahead
I don't which way I'm gonna turn
There's a fork in the road ahead
About this year
We salute the troops
They're all still there
In a fucking war
It's no good
Whose idea was that?
I've got hope
But you can't eat hope
I'm not done
Not giving up
Not cashing in
Too late
There's a bailout coming but it's not for me
It's for all those creeps watching tickers on TV
There's a bailout coming but it's not for me
I'm a big rock star
My sales have tanked
But I still got you
Thanks
Download this
Sounds like shit
Keep on bloggin'
'Til the power goes out
Your battery's dead
Twist and shout
On the radio
Those were the days
Bring 'em back
There's a bailout coming but it's not for you
It's for all those creeps hiding what they do
There's a bailout coming but it's not for you
Bailout coming but it's not for you
Got my flat screen
Got it repo'd now
They picked it up
Left a hole in the wall
Last Saturday
Missed the Raiders game
There's a bailout coming but it's not for you
There's a bailout coming but it's not for you
It's for all those creeps hiding what they do
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