The Greenback 500
The Greenback 500
B
Greenbacks been at the wheel for too many turns now.
B F#7
Driving us around while we all go insane.
B
His brother fear is backseat drivin’,
E
They’re both a laughin’ and high fivin’.
B F#7 B
While we clutch our seats and try to stay in our lane.
No matter how fast we go our life naw it ain’t changed lord.
Enough traffic lights that we’ll die in this automobile.
The track it was designed this way,
So a few always win and the others pay.
The checkered flag of false hope keeps us going still.
Now there’s a special car that don’t have to stop for lights no
It’s v12, surround sound, auto-driving with all the chrome.
Takes about 50 of us to build one
And they’re not for sale
You get it at birth or win the lottery all alone.
How does it all end, oh, I wonder the same thing.
A fiery explosion and then we all turn to dust?
If your stack is high then you can ride,
In a special car to the outside,
Look in the rear view, smile, you can buy anything but enough.