Every time that truck goes by I think of you
You drove right through the wall
And now the kids all want to follow you
I don't smoke, so why am I smokin'?
Took a hit and now I'm chokin'
He wrote a book about himself
And when I was in Washington
I walked down all the streets of which he wrote
I can't sing; I'm not a singer
I swear I'm gonna kill myself if you bring her
Her, her, her, her, her, her
Neck like a tire, iron man
Fill that empty coffee can
I am only human; I am weak
I want his power inside of me
And I'm not talking about a piece of meat
I'm saying something really deep
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