I'm on a midnight death trip
I'm on a mission From God
A stolen car and death wish
To Hell in Highway 1

Four on the floor, 'hundred miles per hour
I'm gonna fly, 'til the tires can't fly no more!

C'mon!

I've got my blues, gonna make a racket
Nothing to lose but this straitjacket, on too tight

I'm alive!

As the wind comes off the ocean
And my hair is combed just right
I'm in a stolen locomotion
Straight outta nineteen sixty five

So pass the bottle, hundred miles per hour
I'm gonna fly, 'til the tires can't fly no more!

C'mon!

I've got my friends and a shotgun jacket
Nothing to lose, gotta live it up until I die

I'm alive! Whoo!

Well I'm alive before the supper
And I'm gonna smash this glass just right
So give me one good dose of thunder
Before I fall on my a__ tonight

Four on the floor, 'hundred miles per hour
I'm gonna fly, 'til the tires can't fly no more!

C'mon!

I've got my blues, gonna make a racket
Nothing to lose but this straitjacket, on too tight

I'm alive! C'mon! Hahah

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