It’s What You Value

Someone's driving a 450
And his friends are so wild
They're still in their stick shifties
But they feel they have much more style
But I've found . . .

It's all up to what you value
Down to where you are
It all swings on the pain you've gone through
Getting where you are

It's all up to what you value
In your motor car
It all rests on what it's cost you
Getting where you are
It's what you value

Someone's driving a 6-wheeler
Seems the world is all blurred
Knows he's in a show stealer
With a sound that's uncompared
And I've found

It's all up to what you value
Down to where you are
It all swings on the pain you're gone through
Getting where you are

It's all up to what you value
In your motor car
It all rests on what it cost's you
Getting where you are
It's what you value.

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