Ha. In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream. At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines. Sprung from cages out on highway 9.
Lights out tonight. Trouble in the heartland. Got a head-on collision. Smashin' in my guts man. I'm caught in a crossfire. That I don't understand. But there's one thing I know for sure.