SONG:
Full tank of nitrous and a loaded gun.
Out of the night I am the chosen one.
One man, one suicide machine.
Now if my children are to see the sun.
We gotta liberate the streets.
Road blocks ahead won't let me by.
They'll never take me in alive!
CHORUS:
I'm a fuel-injected suicide machine.
Seven hundred miles for the blood stains on my jeans.
Freedom from the man by any means:
Automatic weapons, ammunition, gasoline.
Yeah!
One path to realize a dream.
The man he doesn't care for anyone.
I hear his laughter in your screams.
Road blocks ahead won't let me by,
no matter everybody dies!
CHORUS
The smoke is cleared, now the pain is gone.CHORUS