driving hard, punching holes in the heat
air is clammy, a hamper full of nightmare's sheets.
goin' fast like a fading blonde
time for nothing but goin, goin', goin' - gone.
brakes are failing, blasting through all the lights
radiator's been blown since I was five.
night is clinging and the sidewalks reel
body's rusted, I'm rotten, screaming steel.
treads are smooth and hot
wailing long and loud
but what's a man to do
he can't slow down.
knockin', knockin' underneath my hood.
you inspect me, you know I just ain't no good.
spittin' licorice in the D.M.Z.
sides sit helpless - ironic equality.
a warrior who fights without shield
I'll go down.
see me smashed to bits in this town
long before I'm due
I can't slow down.
Leather Volcano Music BMI