I'm
driving hard, punching holes in the heat
The
air is clammy, a hamper full of nightmare's sheets.
I'm
goin' fast like a fading blonde
No
time for nothing but goin, goin', goin' - gone.
My
brakes are failing, blasting through all the lights
My
radiator's been blown since I was five.
The
night is clinging and the sidewalks reel
My
body's rusted, I'm rotten, screaming steel.
Tire
treads are smooth and hot
goin' 'round.
Sirens
wailing long and loud
but what's a man to do
If
he can't slow down.
I'm
knockin', knockin' underneath my hood.
Don't
you inspect me, you know I just ain't no good.
I'm
spittin' licorice in the D.M.Z.
Both
sides sit helpless - ironic equality.
Like
a warrior who fights without shield
I'll go down.
You'll
see me smashed to bits in this town
long before I'm due
'Cause
I can't slow down.
Keith
Karloff
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