Rosco Lyrics - Breaking Things - All

Held up, waiting in line 

All raped up, all rapped out 

All raped up, becoming wiped out 

Where are we all going? 

We're just blowing time 

We're just blowing time 

I've got this fantasy 

It's a fourth gear ecstasy 

In held up situations like these 

I'd really like to be the king of all of me 

Twenty-three, going on 

Zero to one-fifty 

Ten foot golden mags 

High-octane rocket fuel 

I let my lady drive 

So I can steer the tunes 

In just a couple seconds 

We'll be breathin' G's 

Nugent's cranked to ten 

Come on and breathe the breeze 

Cut off that white Miata 

Roll over that Toyota Corolla 

This is the righteous release 

Now we're really gaining speed 

There's been a chain reaction 

All the other cooped up slaves are following me 

Destroy that a.m., p.m. 

Get all the cops where we can see 'em 

It's time for it all to come down 

In just a couple seconds 

We'll be breathin' G's 

Nugent's cranked to ten 

Come on and breathe the breeze 

Join us for fresh air 

Where are we all going?