Keep your head on track
No this can't be Mac
Keep your head on track
He's cool
And he's high
And he's feeling alright
Yeah he's cool
Woo he's too smooth in your room way too soon and he don't care
He remembers throwing punches around in his high chair
Standing on the wire rolls the dice in the fire for his freedom
Clean metal primer cast away your desire Rust-oleum
Ahhhh
Ahhh
Keep your head on track
No this cant be Mac
Keep your head on track
He's cool
And he's high
And he's leaving tonight
Yeah he's gone
She's in the groove she's got the feel it's gonna be quite a long night
The men and money don't come around anymore but that's alright
You better sharpen up your razor blades cause it's goodnight
No bees ain't making no honey no more cause they took flight
Took flight
Took flight