Race on in
I know that I'm not a landmine
Try your skin
I know that I'm not a landmine
Try again
Movie stars come through the back door
Try Again
All I know is they got in store for you
Try your skin
Movie stars come through the back door
Then again
Pleasant parking all that much fun
Set for sin
Rest your eyes
I know I'm sort of a booby prize but
Go on in
Keep on in the dark room
Go on out
Maybe you'll discover something
But nothing new
Why don't those folks have a mother now?
Breathe on in
Race Car Grin and all the wonder was divvied up again
Go on in to the bathroom
Come on, on in
Race Car Grin
I know that you won the first prize
And now again