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On todayâ¬"s show weâ¬"ll be humble Weâ¬"ll remake your mind And if you listen you new question Is killing time a crime A compilation of copulation Is playing in my car Their talking pillows well didnâ¬"t you know Thatâ¬"s what makes a star And I keep sucking in these carcinogens Iâ¬"m a vacuum tube with nothing else to do I saw a pro-mo it said Iâ¬"m po-mo But I donâ¬"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 sucking in these carcinogens Iâ¬"m a vacuum tube with nothing else to do I was made from copper wires you donâ¬"t know me at all I was made from copper wires you donâ¬"t know me at all I was made from copper wires you donâ¬"t know me at all I was made from copper wires you donâ¬"t know me at all I was made from copper wires you donâ¬"t know me at all (Iâ¬"m the engine youâ¬"re the driver Iâ¬"m the engine youâ¬"re the driver) I was made from copper wires you donâ¬"t know me at all (Iâ¬"m the engine youâ¬"re the driver Iâ¬"m the engine youâ¬"re the driver) I was made from copper wires you donâ¬"t know me at all (Iâ¬"m the engine youâ¬"re the driver Iâ¬"m the engine youâ¬"re the driver) (I keep sucking in these carcinogens Iâ¬"m a vacuum tube with nothing else to do) I was made from copper wires you donâ¬"t know me at all (Iâ¬"m the engine youâ¬"re the driver Iâ¬"m the engine youâ¬"re the driver) (I keep sucking in these carcinogens Iâ¬"m a vacuum tube with nothing else to do) |