And chronic immaturity -
Nothing matters. Hell, who cares?
Power's just for he-who-dares.
So ride the highway, drive your dream,
Ignore the way "it's always been";
Put your foot down, hit the gas,
Turn up the music. Move your ass!
Endless asphalt waxed with heat;
Drop the windows, feel the beat -
The engine's roaring... Load your gun,
tarmac-tyrant, and have some fun.
Open spaces, vaulted skies,
Wide-winged feathered freedom flies
across the windscreen. Hit the brake!
Dead bird. Dead driver. Deadly mistake.