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Lyrics for 'Out Into The Race' by 'Ashley Stove'
(or, Suv Protest Song #3)
Oh, Out Into The Races
Oh, Out Into The Cold
Where The Cars Look Like Bad Belly Dancers
They Try To Get A Hold Of Me
But I Move To The Side
Back And Forth Between I Glide
Using Moves They've Never Seen
In My Metal Death Machine
Relaxing Later In My Seat
Warming Myself With The Heat
I Remember Previous Mistakes
I Become The Thing I Hate
I Got Time To Waste
I Got My Own Blue Place
You Can Keep Your Flutes And Snakes
More Metal Saves
Protect Protect Myself
A Suit Of Armor For My Health
A Nut In A Nutshell Of Metal
Everyone Else Is Expendable I Guess
They Are Buried In My Pedals
Now I'm Moving To The Side
Back And Forth Between I Glide
Using Moves They've Never Seen
I Drive My Metal Death Machine
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