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my dad built a racecar with his own hands

 he raced the figure 8 against many reckless men

 driving deadly, driving metal

 driving wicked, driving fast

 always towards that intersection

 just praying they won't crash

 once when sitting on his lap I asked

 "how do you not collide?

 when you're flying so fast to that crossroads

 how do you decide?

 who's gonna slow down, who's gonna give in

 maybe enough to let the other guy win?

who's gonna take their foot off the gas

 maybe enough to let the other guy pass?"

 he said "son here's some advice

 you gotta promise that you'll never take

 the trick to it is my boy

 is that you never never hit the brake"

 he said "son don't grow up to be a racecar driver"

 he said "son don't grow up to be anything like your father"

 he said "look at my car it's been ripped in half

 and I'm lucky to be alive

 and when you turn sixteen

 I will teach you how to drive"