Car, Cont. Lyrics

(Better be getting my good side)

It's not a blue van that I drive
Coast to coast and still alive
People cheer when I arrive
It's not a blue van that I drive
It's not a cold room where I sleep
Ten feet wide, eleven feet deep
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
It's not a cold room where I sleep
It's not a bright wig on his head
A little devil, one man has said
Just because his hair is red
It's not a bright wig on his head

It's not a lost world where I play
Spins around once every day
Children wonder and wise men sway
It's not a lost world where I play

It's not a black heart where I feel
Wicked schemes I may conceal
Washed in blood each time I kneel
It's not a black heart where I feel