Figure 8 by Ghost Mice E A E my dad built a racecar with his own hands E A E he raced the figure 8 against many reckless men A E driving deadly, driving metal A E driving wicked, driving fast A E always towards that intersection A E just praying they won't crash B A once when sitting on his lap I asked E A E A "how do you not collide? B A when you're flying so fast to that crossroads E A E A how do you decide? F# A who's gonna slow down, who's gonna give in E F# A maybe enough to let the other guy win? F# A who's gonna take their foot off the gas E F# A maybe enough to let the other guy pass?" E he said "son here's some advice A E you gotta promise that you'll never take E the trick to it is my boy F# A E is that you never never hit the brake" E A he said "son don't grow up to be a racecar driver" E A he said "son don't grow up to be anything like your father" E he said "look at my car it's been ripped in half A and I'm lucky to be alive E and when you turn sixteen A E I will teach you how to drive" www.TAB6.com