King Of The Rat Bastards

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 you Mr. way up there in Washington DC
 Here's a message from the other side an no apology
 We lead the deaf, the dumb, the blind, elite defined
 We will soothe your ailing mind
 We will give you more, more than you can find
 What we go here is a fight to the death, no mediocrity
 3 blind mice & a rat bastard, vs. miss liberty