[Verse 1]
Oh, Lord I think I just might
Be betting on a throne fight
Between a man and a mannequin
Just lost to a banana skin
If I was busy every Sunday
Then I wouldn't feel so mundane
Feelin' good seems sorta finite
Kinda like I'm racing to a red light

[Verse 2]
Internet ideas are stolen
They took em' all from Joe Rogan
Lordy, what a time to be alive
There ain't no honey in a haunted hive
Well, we shot for the moon first
Tells me cars on Mars are bust
Elon got the hearse in hindsight
Kinda like he was racing to a red light

[Verse 3]
Postponed or cancelled
Real or rerun
These notions dismantled
A guttural Gatling gun
I'm itching to hitchhike
But there's a tattletale at the turnpike
He's kinda like racing to a red light
[Outro]
He's racing to a red light
He's racing to a red light
Racing to a red light