Long broken lines
Not even straight
Honk the sound
Yech the smell
The pace is maximus haste
Mr. Earl sing Speedo
Yes indeedo
Death to the left
Yes death to the left
Stay out of the fast lane
Splat
Skid marks abound
Churned rubber flares
Bend and fade to nowhere
Get to work
Do the deal
Shop your brains out
Think not at the wheel
Byways of life
Filled with strife
Where does it lead?
What does it mean?
Lord!
Mercy
Mercy
Merci
Music Selection:
The Cadillacs, Speedo
jbm
GWB
NJ/NYC
10/84
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
Long broken lines
Not even straight
Honk the sound
Yech the smell
The pace is maximus haste
Mr. Earl sing Speedo
Yes indeedo
Death to the left
Yes death to the left
Stay out of the fast lane
Splat
Skid marks abound
Churned rubber flares
Bend and fade to nowhere
Get to work
Do the deal
Shop your brains out
Think not at the wheel
Byways of life
Filled with strife
Where does it lead?
What does it mean?
Lord!
Mercy
Mercy
Merci
Music Selection:
The Cadillacs, Speedo
jbm
GWB
NJ/NYC
10/84
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