Motorshed

Crowd is a creature
With no body brain or good intention
Just a voice with an eye and a pitchfork
Competing histories
Made us into bottom feeders
I'll cut across leave a skid on your front lawn

I will not repent
I reject my placement
First will and testament
Reject my own perceptions

See, the thing about mediocrity is
It's like a very small hole in a wall
And to get to the other side you have to
Break every bone in your body
Reject every limitation
Fold your self in half
And forget your own psychic hangups
Cross that line

I will not repent
I reject my placement
First will and testament
Reject my own perceptions



Credits
Writer(s): Chuck Johnson, Scott Hicks
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