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Get the fuck out of my way

Wrinkled crap, old and gray

Moving like a crippled cat

I'm moving like a maniac

WHY - AREN'T - YOU - DEAD!

You move way to fucken slow

You barley even fucken roll

The light is green but you don't go

You make me lose control

Why the fuck aren't you dead

Mother fucker old as dirt

Brain to old to be alert

Crippled hands on the wheel

Eight thousand pounds of Detroit steel

WHY - AREN'T - YOU - DEAD!

Too confused to drive a car

You keep your teeth in a jar

Got nowhere to fucken go

Depend diapers fill too slow

Why the fuck aren't you dead

WHY - AREN'T - YOU - DEAD!

You should be dead, shot in the head

Put in the earth, this is your worth

Your taking up space, in my human race

Can't keep the pace, it's time to erase

You should be dead you moldy old bread

Time to behave now get in the grave

I got you a box with plenty of locks

It's just lined in cotton but you'll soon be rotten

I wanna ram you off the road

Get in the grave, your way to old

Get the fuck out of my way

Mother fucker die today

Lyrics by : Burgie