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Wide open down the burning road

We were strung out, nailed, betrayed

All cylinders a heavy load

But we were all we hoped and dreamed to be

Caught fire in the final turn

We danced the death ballet

Not thinking with a heavy heart

I hit the supercharger to infamy

Hey there, Mrs. California sensibility

Here's a message from the other side and no apology

Another day, another night, another born and mastered

Another way, another king of the rat bastards

We turned it up, had the speed we need

We were bug eyed, chin held high

As we all heard the self-applause

Backs turned away just in case she dies

Down the stretch of that burning road a tear in my eye

She held them off as our engine slowed

Was it much too late for infamy

Hey there, Mr. way up there in Washington DC

Here's a message from the other side and no apology

We lead the deaf, the dumb, the blind, elite defined

We will soother your ailing mind

We will give you more, more than you can find

What we got here is a fight to the death, no mediocrity

Three blind mice and a bastard rat vs. miss liberty