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