Cave In sing and play along

Please take a long hard look through your textbook,

'cause I'm hist'ry.

When I strap my helmet on,

I'll be long gone, 'cause I've been dying to leave.

Yeah, I'll ride the range and hide all my loose change in my bedroll,

'cause riding a dirtbike down a turnpike always takes its toll on me.

I've had just about enough of quote,

"diamonds in the rough," because my backbone is paper thin.

Get me out of this cavern or I'll cave in,

or I'll cave in, or I'll cave in.

And if the bombs go off,

the sun will still be shining,

because I've heard it said that ev'ry mushroom cloud has a silver lin Though I'm always undermining too deep to know.

Swallow a drop of gravel and blacktop,

'cause the road tastes like wintergreen.

The wind and the rain smell of oil and octane mixed with stale gasoline.

I'll soak up the sound, try to sleep on the wet ground,

I'll get ten minutes give or take,

'cause I just don't forsee myself getting drowsy when cold integrity keeps me wide awake,

awake, awake, awake, awake, awake, awake,

awake.

Get me out of this cavern or I'll cave in,

cave in, cave in, cave in,

cave in, cave in, cave in,

cave in.

Get me out of this cavern or I'll cave in.

I'll keep my helmet on just in case my head caves in.

'Cause if my thoughts collapse or my framework snaps it'll make a mess like you wouldn't believe.

Tie my handlebars to the stars so I stay on track.

And if my intentions stray, I'll wrench them away,

then I'll take my leave and I won't even look back.

I won't even look back.

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