With Abandon

Oh, you've got eyes like raging fire Burning my fuel up with abandon Nobody's ever told me when to shut up and sit down I'm picking fights with satellites don't try and stop me now Sick of being on the grid, Armageddon can't come quick enough Oh, when the end times roll around I will be cruising down the highway A hundred miles away, just leaving tire tracks behind Not over it, still bones to pick, there won't be peace of mind Sick of being on the grid, Armageddon can't come quick enough