The Death of a Racecar Driver

Step outside of your line Better man have come and gone Step outside of your line Better men have come and gone Something else comes to mind with them Something else comes to mind in hell Death of a quarterback On through this Share your secrets with the crowd You don't know And the people hide behind that wall Share your secrets with my world Got nothing to do Step outside of your line Better men have come and gone Step outside of your line Better men have come and gone Something else comes to mind