I'm feelin' morbid again, drivin'
Probably not safe but when has it ever been?
Accidents happen, I've been in eight of them
They were all my fault
It's easy to be me
I just wake up and waltz out the door
A breeze, believe me
Like the one from your grandparents' porch
And every street is perfect and golden
And leading me to fame and fortune
Appease me, agree, please
Oh, mm
Mm, ah
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