Highway 90 - text

I'm driving down Highway 90.
Going back for the hair of that dog that bit me
I'm gonna bite back while I can
Are you my boy? Are you my man?

Driving down Highway 90
And the road becomes a boy, to a bullet, to a brain
The sky, all of this gray matter looks like rain

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Driving down Highway 90, I think about a girl, she lives so fast
She coulda been a Super Sonic Chica
If she could get off her ass
Driving down Highway 90
I dream about a day at a comic book store
I didn't wanna be a groupie
But I guess I am a comic book whore

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Driving down Highway 90
Lock my up in a disco and throw away the key
I wanna be Donna Summer
But I'll bet she wouldn't wanna be me

Driving down Highway 90
Highway 90
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Driving down Highway 90

Driving down Highway 90
Got vivarin in my body and a soda by my side
I'll also be a freak this time next week
Oh, I don't wanna think - just drive
Driving down Highway 90
I'm a fish in a 4-lane ghost car scream
Now just stay on my good side
This car is mean.

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Buddha does commend me on my auto zen

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