Racing blindly down a one-way track.
Got to get this monkey off my back.
The radios blasting metal.
My foot is glued to the pedal.
Needles straining, starting to bury.
My cigarette is burning, just dropped my cherry.
I let go of the wheel,
My brakes start to squeal.
Drifting down the highway.
Today’s not my day.
It’s a monster mash.