Quincy Punx - Under My Wheels lyrics

I've got a customized hearse with razor edged fins

A fifty-seven Caddilac thats blacker than sin

It's got a four-fifty-four and spikes on the grill

I've got a license to drive, I've got a license to kill

Cruising down main street on a saturday night

See some small town muscle head out looking for a fight

Screech around the corner by the local malt shop

Take out all the hicks and a couple of jocks

Headlights pin you down with fear

Screeching rubber's the last thing you'll hear

Sudden impact's all you'll feel

As you're crumpled under my wheels

Back in the city there's lots more prey

And if looks like things are going my way

See a big flock of yuppies at the art bar uptown

Jump the curb on Lake Street and run em all down