Youve got your own thing
But its not happening
Youve got your own place
But thats not where its at
Its not happening
Thats not where its at
Youre like a race car
With all the tires flat
You look like a million bucks
But where can you go like that
Like a million bucks
All the tires flat
(we all want to get to heaven
But we dont want to die)