Carnage on the highway I'm always late for work Traffic is murder But still the patrons lurk A weary pedestrian Never saw the light turn green The car kept going at full speed The body never left the scene
Velocity is everything Haste is all the rage The earlier the better Better now than yesterday The clock is ticking I made good time Progress doesn't wait Perfection has a schedule Make the grade or don't get paid
I didn't mean to kill the kid But boy that baby flew A foster child, I grew up wild And now I'm on the news With my vocation, there's no vacation The moment's all I have Burning rubber, scorning lovers In the spotlight like my dad
I step on the gas, wind at my back I'm never slowing down I'll cut and run from joy and fun As long as I gain ground And if someone gets in my way As I'm flying down the road I hope to meet them in the grave Freed from this heavy load
