Operating On A Re-Run Episode

Pantone seventy one Running parallel centered along the towns miles of perforated lines To stabilize just a couple more lives It's those tailgators that'll get you Beaver kill welcomes you, its exit 122 There is no turn on red Construction lies ahead It's those tailgaotrs that'll get you It's green, red, and yellow, but what about blue Smell the morning dew filled with exhaust fumes Spin the defroster, put sirens on mute A summons doubled for the elderly My thermals are constricting my body There is no flow to the thinking module When contents are molded to form into rubber They are somtimes shaping into a break pedal Creating this animated episode with a speed of 65 miles per hour The guardrails begin to create a story of their own From the casualites to the neglected strays, they sure hold their own Everywhere is just now here, just get off, we're on the phone.