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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"