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Clutch Transnational Speedway League

Perhaps, it's just the way the light falls But everything looks like a target to me And I don't know where the gun is But I'm certain that it's pointed

This was always the last place I expected to be Once upon an apocalypse So better make the most of it So I said to the horsemen ?Have a coke and a smile

Behold the man, a living example Behold the man, a living example In his likeness sacred profane In his likeness sacred profane Behold the man, what have

Fine swine, wish you were mine bite the apple of my eye This little piggy never made it home Helter skelter, run for shelter, can't escape the boiling

Rats over the dishes, rats over the dishes Please tell me what the ratties say Please tell me what the ratties say Rats over the dishes And God is certainly

Well, I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell And returned with a fist full of dollars And Evel Knievel, like Virgil Was a gentleman as well as

If you thought it was boring in Jordan Then come out here for a day And by the way, the name is Marcus But if you like, you can call me Sensei Well

Perhaps it's just the way the light falls But everything looks like a target to me And I don't know where the gun is But I'm certain that it's pointed

Behold the man, a living example In his likeness sacred profane Behold the man, what I have done? The path to hell is paved With least resistance