Got a motor to run, Got a motor to run and ride Well take a look at it kids And take a look at your daddy's eyes Well god damn this man He is the savior of this empty life Well there's a locket in my pocket And it's keeping satan on my side Im not the sound of the dawn When your knocking on that deed Oh and all the pretty livers, bertha Burdened of the man inside her dreams Oh what a scurry When you're coming to bed You better buckle up your old disease Well make it children, dont stop There's a season that will make me sneeze This time it's the martyr that's mad at me Well there's a locket in my pocket And it's keeping me from being free I'm not the ground of the sun That your walking on that heed Oh and open up your eyes park ranger I cannot afford the price to heed Oh and yes i found the sweetest mother And the sweetest mother, she's found me Oh she's found me Oh she's found me Oh she's found me Oh she's found me