Chorus
We the Children of Amputee's, rolling on three good wheels
Riding through the fields with our stumps, you know we keep it real
Hand me a prosthetic, I'll slap on a boot
Nothing stopping us when we boogie in cahoots
Post-Chorus
Stomp stomp, hop along
Yeehaw, we stay strong
Verse 2
Preacher got a wooden leg and a ruby red cane
Choir’s got one arm, still raising up Cain
Potluck dinner got a finger in the stew
We thank the lord above for super glue
Pre-Chorus
We got a grip on life, even if it ain’t tight
We clap one-handed and howl at the moon at night
Chorus
We the Children of Amputee's, rolling on three good wheels
Riding through the fields with our stumps, you know we keep it real
Hand me a prosthetic, I'll slap on a boot
Nothing stopping us when we boogie in cahoots
Post-Chorus
Stomp stomp, hop along
Yeehaw, we stay strong
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