[Verse 1: scratchy cocky male MC, punching over live drums and baritone guitar] County fair, mud pit, Saturday at nine Twenty junkers in a circle and a flag on the line I got a station wagon with a thirteen on the door Same wagon that they hauled off on a flatbed the year before Every year they hit me first, 'cause they figure I'm the joke Rear bumper in the bleachers and the hood all smoke Every year I'm in the pit with the radiator dead And the grandstand yellin', "Thirteen, go to bed" Every year they tow me out, and every year I drag her home Strip her in the backyard, weld her back onto her bones Every dent I beat out, I leave a little bit inside So the wagon knows the hits, every place she ever died [Hook: scratchy cocky male MC, full distortion] Totaled, they said I'm totaled, put a sticker on the glass Total it again, I'm gonna add it to the math Every dent's a number, every number's in the sum Total it again, add it up, I'm number one [Verse 2: scratchy cocky male MC, his voice cracks on one line, then he roars back] Last year was the bad one, got T-boned at the gate Wagon folded like a lawn chair, and the ambulance came late Neck brace in the infield, smellin' popcorn and the fuel Funnel-cake lady holdin' my hand like I'm a fool Couldn't feel my fingers, couldn't feel my feet Couldn't see the number on the door through the heat Watched 'em hook her to the chain, and they were laughin' at the rain And I told 'em, "Bring her home," and my voice cracked on her name Then I sat up off the stretcher, told the medic, "Not today" Rode the flatbed with my wagon, and I wouldn't look away Winter in the garage, three jobs and a torch Pulled the doors off a hearse, pulled the steps off a porch Every piece of every wreck that ever wrecked me on that field Went into the frame, now it's armor, now it's shield [Hook: scratchy cocky male MC, full distortion] Totaled, they said I'm totaled, put a sticker on the glass Total it again, I'm gonna add it to the math Every dent's a number, every number's in the sum Total it again, add it up, I'm number one [Bridge: scratchy cocky male MC, the drums go to toms, the guitar grinds heavy] Last car runnin', and I hear the engine knock Nineteen dead around me, and they're steamin' on the clock Grandstand dead quiet, then they're standin' on the rail And the trophy's just a hubcap that they bolted to a nail Every year you totaled me, you were buildin' me a tank Every hit you ever gave me, man, I got you all to thank [Hook: scratchy cocky male MC, full distortion, cymbals crashing] Totaled, they said I'm totaled, put a sticker on the glass Total it again, I'm gonna add it to the math Every dent's a number, every number's in the sum Total it again, add it up, I'm number one [Outro: scratchy cocky male MC, over the riff] Bring it next year, total it again Every wreck you give me is a piece I'm weldin' in [End]
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