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There's semen on the wheel that turns this town around the city that's ready to make a deal when the suitors come around They say it's no fault of the car cult that we look like dancers down from Mars that worma can't breathe under asphalt or use sunrooves to see the stars but Who are you ,they say just a bird blown before the storm but you're not of our feather, they say so respectfully I will warn there's a tumor in the wheel that turns this town around the city that's ready to make a deal when the suitors come around From Letras Mania