Here they come, in pursuit of speed calling "danger, desire, greed" 
Dogmatic mechanic and his loose-lipped whore 
Squeezing their drinks for a little bit more 
Bet your mother wouldn't like it. 
Mother wouldn't like it 
Just like a wet 13 
Duke does 'em out cause everyone know it 
Viscious satin say 
Here she comes, sagging under her load 
TWo fancy babies like the hip-it's of 
God She's gonna fight in the people's key 
Move on over and give me some heat 
You know your mother wouldn't like it. 
Here they come, so hot their blood starts to boil 
Getting hot from the rubber and oil 
They come to stay for the chick and flag 
Bet out revolver for an auto hag 
You know your mother wouldn't like it