'Hey, It's Your Funeral Mama'

The sky is blue, the gra*s 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 Drive red, so you drive red And I'll drive black, I'll drive black We'll see who's machine was recently serviced We'll slit these rows of good years 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 I got the scoop, I got the scoop And it doesn't look so good So good for you So you drive red, drive red And I'll drive black, I'll drive black We'll see who's machine was recently serviced We'll cut this row of Goodyear like a knife Like a knife, like a knife, yeah We'll cut this 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 this row of good years like a knife