On today's show we'll be humble We'll remake your mind And if you listen you new question Is k**ing time a crime A compilation of copulation Is playing in my car Their talking pillows well didn't you know That's what makes a star And I keep s**ing in these carcinogens I'm a vacuum tube with nothing else to do I saw a pro-mo it said I'm po-mo But I don't trust the signs If I nay say will you hate me For a real long time Some disaster I paid my pastor To come and knock me out Got some therapy and some hair cream Now I cry in style And I keep s**ing in these carcinogens I'm a vacuum tube with nothing else to do I was made from copper wires you don't know me at all I was made from copper wires you don't know me at all I was made from copper wires you don't know me at all
I was made from copper wires you don't know me at all I was made from copper wires you don't know me at all (I'm the engine you're the driver I'm the engine you're the driver) I was made from copper wires you don't know me at all (I'm the engine you're the driver I'm the engine you're the driver) I was made from copper wires you don't know me at all (I'm the engine you're the driver I'm the engine you're the driver) (I keep s**ing in these carcinogens I'm a vacuum tube with nothing else to do) I was made from copper wires you don't know me at all (I'm the engine you're the driver I'm the engine you're the driver) (I keep s**ing in these carcinogens I'm a vacuum tube with nothing else to do)