Hunk of Metal

See that there hunk of metal?

That's what happens when you hit the gas pedal

Without beauty sleep

Without sinking sand,

But in too deep.

This is what happens when

You trade your key in

For a pair of sneakers.

We all grow up to become preachers

And the wise learn from mistakes

If we're all our worst critics,

Let's all give ourselves a break!

A roller coaster death ride

Like flash backs in my eyes

It won't go away

It was not a dream,

Surreal, we all die,

Guess I got a Guardian Angel flyin' by.

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