Ashley Stove - Out Into The Race lyrics

(or, SUV protest song #3)

Oh, out into the races

Oh, out into the cold

Where the cars look like bad belly dancers

They try to get a hold of me

But I move to the side

Back and forth between I glide

Using moves they've never seen

In my metal death machine

Relaxing later in my seat

Warming myself with the heat

I remember previous mistakes

I become the thing I hate

I got time to waste

I got my own blue place

You can keep your flutes and snakes

More metal saves

Protect protect myself

A suit of armor for my health

A nut in a nutshell of metal

Everyone else is expendable I guess

They are buried in my pedals

Now I'm moving to the side

Back and forth between I glide

Using moves they've never seen

I drive my metal death machine