CANTANTE: Butch Walker

TITULO:Race Cars

I see him look at you and speak with such
eloquence, all i can do is rhyme eloquence
with presedence. it's the only word i think
about, when you're his and not mine...
(so unkind, so unkind)
and it gets so annoying like a chick
magazine with 17 subscription cards shoved
in between, they fall past my seat
and they land at my feet,
right next to my pride, now can you beat that?
And what can i say i come from race cars and
gothrock? and what can you do you're just california gridlock
i'm a broken down camaro
over heated but you'll never know you're the
one that caused this crash.
7 days passed since your last break up note
with it's shaky and scribbled out, started over
broken words
that you wrote you know having what you
needed wasn't good enough for you, never do,
never do
and now you're in his house thats the size
of a mall i've never seen a grand piano look
so fuckin small
you know probably one of many things that are small about him too
And what can i say i come from racecars and
punk rock and what can you do you're just
california gridlock
i'm a broken down camaro
over heated but you'll never know you're the
one that caused this crash.
Can we just try to forget that we were ever
very different cause the tattoo on your
shoulder baby tells me that ain't true,
but i like that in you, so quit tryin'
to prove yourself and wake up and
lose yourself in me

and what can i say i come from racecars and
cock rock and what can you do you're just
california gridlock
i'm a broken down camaro
over heated but you'll never know you're the
one that caused this crash
And what can i say i come from racecars and
pop rocks and what can you do you're just
california gridlock
i'm a broken down camaro
over heated but you'll never know you're the
one that caused this crash