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I got an empty case of wip-its
No more time on the meter.
Daybreak, about face, I think I`m comin`
Cross another county line
Are we there?
Convertible cooking with nitrous,
Crackin` in the air.
I am the sign of Go.
While last nights stars were high,
Now they`re popping in the sky.
And the band is jammin` in.
Daybreak, I don`t like it.
Better tonight, better for you.
Buzzing with flourescence,
I don`t know what it wants from me.
If I find the door,
I am the son of Go.
And the band is movin` in.
That`s what you get.
That`s what you get
When there`s no time left on the meter.