Race on in

I know that I'm not a landmine

Try your skin

I know that I'm not a landmine

Try again

Movie stars come through the back door

Try Again

All I know is they got in store for you

Try your skin

Movie stars come through the back door

Then again

Pleasant parking all that much fun

Set for sin

Rest your eyes

I know I'm sort of a booby prize but

Go on in

Keep on in the dark room

Go on out

Maybe you'll discover something

But nothing new

Why don't those folks have a mother now?

Breathe on in

Race Car Grin and all the wonder was divvied up again

Go on in to the bathroom

Come on, on in

Race Car Grin

I know that you won the first prize

And now again