You’ve a beautiful drive up ahead
The street’s lined with trees a canopy overhead
Would you rather be free or would you rather begin
You’ve a beautiful drive up ahead
She’s holding your hand all the way
With her nails digging in as she begs you to stay
But you know if you do you’ll regret it someday
And she’s holding your hand all the way
Chorus:
And they fight, fight fight, nobody wins
When the end is where it begins again
And suddenly somebody’s dyin
And you’re pretty sure that your boss isn’t lyin
As you shield your face from the chaos outside
And you know somebody is dyin
And they’re taking him home in a box
And as the plane disappears you’re pelted with rocks
And the news backs home is all murder and stocks
And they’re taking him home in a box
Chorus
There’s an art to shooting a gun
To keeping your cool in the heat of the sun
But the true ox knows when to turn tail and run
Oh, there’s an art to shooting a gun
But cowardice comes with a price
The fine line separating the men from the mice
Is easily crossed with a toss of the dice
But cowardice comes with a price
Chorus
And you thought they could teach you to be a man
At least you hope that they can
You’ve a beautiful drive up ahead
The street’s lined with trees a canopy overhead
And as you turn you turn your car around in the nearest lot you say
I think I’ll keep driving instead
I think I’ll keep driving instead
I think I’ll keep driving instead
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Lyrics submitted by Matthew Zipple.
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