Make Them Wheels Roll

Things that you thought you'd be Shake mediocrity, you know Burbs or the streets Doesn't matter where the crows don't eat Where the crows don't feast On the hungry and the weak Click click, pen to the track After this babe you can't go back, you know 'Cause if you ain't all that Might as well have your bags by the door to go Because you're on your own Because you're on your own Put me back together Fix my broken mind Make them wheels roll Oh lord Make them wheels roll Back to the grind Conform or redesign, you know No place for a cog that thinks all on their own Just flesh and bone Oh just flesh and bone Put me back together Fix my broken mind Make them wheels roll Oh lord Make them wheels roll Put me back together Fix my broken mind Make them wheels roll Oh lord Make them wheels roll Put me back together Fix my broken mind Make them wheels roll Oh lord Make them wheels roll Put me back together Fix my broken mind Make them wheels roll Oh lord Make them wheels roll