Who that's boy, always on his own
Let's ignore him, he's ugly, no one's song
Check that mind, so relaxed and pure, in honesty
There are times when there could be a better way
Sure it's cold, but such a better way
Steal a car, the highway calls
Stick some pins in your toes
Dance, boy, down the road
Born abroad, no relation here
Talk so funny, why did you bother at all
Fist and money, and float and let it go
You got so much more to say
There are times when there could be a better way
Sure it's cold, but such a better way
Steal a car, the highway calls
Stick some pins in your toes
Dance, boy, down the road
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