I've got a customized hearse with razor edged fins
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A fifty-seven Caddilac thats blacker than sin
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It's got a four-fifty-four and spikes on the grill
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I've got a license to drive, I've got a license to kill
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Cruising down main street on a saturday night
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See some small town muscle head out looking for a fight
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Screech around the corner by the local malt shop
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Take out all the hicks and a couple of jocks
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Headlights pin you down with fear
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Screeching rubber's the last thing you'll hear
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Sudden impact's all you'll feel
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As you're crumpled under my wheels
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Back in the city there's lots more prey
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And if looks like things are going my way
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See a big flock of yuppies at the art bar uptown
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Jump the curb on Lake Street and run em all down
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Under My Wheels
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| Quincy Punx |
