Out Into The Race Lyrics - Singles - Ashley Stove

(or, suv protest song #3) 

Oh, out into the races 

Oh, out into the cold 

Where the cars look like bad belly dancers 

They try to get a hold of me 

But I move to the side 

Back and forth between I glide 

Using moves they've never seen 

In my metal death machine 

Relaxing later in my seat 

Warming myself with the heat 

I remember previous mistakes 

I become the thing I hate 

I got time to waste 

I got my own blue place 

You can keep your flutes and snakes 

More metal saves 

Protect protect myself 

A suit of armor for my health 

A nut in a nutshell of metal 

Everyone else is expendable I guess 

They are buried in my pedals 

Now I'm moving to the side 

Back and forth between I glide 

Using moves they've never seen 

I drive my metal death machine