Ashley Stove - Out Into The Race Lyrics
(or, suv protest song #3)Oh, out into the racesOh, out into the coldWhere the cars look like bad belly dancersThey try to get a hold of meBut I move to the sideBack and forth between I glideUsing moves theyve never seenIn my metal death machineRelaxing later in my seatWarming myself with the heatI remember previous mistakesI become the thing I hateI got time to wasteI got my own blue placeYou can keep your flutes and snakesMore metal savesProtect protect myselfA suit of armor for my healthA nut in a nutshell of metalEveryone else is expendable I guessThey are buried in my pedalsNow Im moving to the sideBack and forth between I glideUsing moves theyve never seenI drive my metal death machine