Wide open down the burning road We were strung out, nailed, betrayed All cylinders a heavy load But we were all we hoped and dreamed to be
Caught fire in the final turn We danced the death ballet Not thinking with a heavy heart I hit the supercharger to infamy
Hey there, Mrs. California sensibility Here's a message from the other side and no apology
Another day, another night, another born and mastered Another way, another king of the rat bastards
We turned it up, had the speed we need We were bug eyed, chin held high As we all heard the self-applause Backs turned away just in case she dies
Down the stretch of that burning road a tear in my eye She held them off as our engine slowed Was it much too late for infamy
Hey there, Mr. way up there in Washington DC Here's a message from the other side and no apology
We lead the deaf, the dumb, the blind, elite defined We will soother your ailing mind We will give you more, more than you can find What we got here is a fight to the death, no mediocrity Three blind mice and a bastard rat vs. miss libertyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
