Floor It And Hope For The Best

Going out after sunset Ridin' till the break of day Searching for my conscience But it's just too far away Pretty women hurt me Just looking at 'em makes me ill It's hard out here when you're all alone Dreading that telephone bill Sending sparks across the pavement To the engine's battle cry There's sirens in the distance And I'm not afraid to die The rider's swarm around me As I crest the top the hill I've sent the pavement in too late And they're going for the kill