Eyes glued to glazed yellow lines.
Drunk drivers riding close behind.
Disobeying stop signs and the laws.
The cops will have us by the balls.
Pointing at a Porsche seating two.
John Walsh mentioned them on A.M.W.
Mechanical suicide on the freeway.
The best way there is to get away.
The color red is shown on the light.
Foot to the floor, forget hindsight.
Inhale the smog we're proud to make.
Gaze at our humanity being so fake.
The radio screams all the same ads.
SUV's contain the latest teen fads.
Eyes closed cruising on the freeway.
It's the real way you can get away.
Support the government and drive.
Since your demand keeps fuel high.
Relax in your fake leather seats.
Stuck in traffic in the summer heat.
Hormone driven teens have to go race.
It might erase pimples on their face.
A moron in his import on the freeway,
Just hit by a bus is great get away.
Old women crawling at twenty below,
Makes this deathtrip seem so slow.
The sights and smells of roadkill,
Nice enough to send all kids chills.
Potholes big enough to be graves,
Lets some fast food soil your face.
Passing the short bus on the freeway,
You realize you're not too far away.
Go drive your expensive metal weapon.
To wreck by the phone you depend on.
Depressed old men leave a local bar.
To ensure a risk of driving your car.
My stereo screams the music you hate.
Now together we can enjoy road rage.
Riding in a hearse on the freeway,
Is the most you will ever get away.
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