Wide open, down the burning road
We were strung-out, nailed, betrayed
All cylinders, a heavy load
And 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
Another day, another night
I know that handshake laughter
Another way, another king
Of the rat bastards
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 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, D.C."
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
Another day, another night
I know that backstab laughter
Another way, another king
Of the rat bastards
Of the rat bastards
We lead the deaf, the dumb
The blind, elite defined
We will soothe your ailing mind
We'll give you more
More than you can find
We got here is a fight to the death
No mediocrity
Three blind mice and a bastard rat
Versus Miss Liberty
Another day, another night
Another born and mastered
Another way, another king
Of the rat bastards
Another day, another night
I know that backslap laughter
Another way, another king
Of the rat bastards
Of the rat bastards
Of the rat bastards
Of the rat bastards
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