Under My Wheels

I've got a customized hearse with razor edged finsA fifty-seven Caddilac thats blacker than sinIt's got a four-fifty-four and spikes on the grillI've got a license to drive, I've got a license to killCruising down main street on a saturday nightSee some small town muscle head out looking for a fightScreech around the corner by the local malt shopTake out all the hicks and a couple of jocksHeadlights pin you down with fearScreeching rubber's the last thing you'll hearSudden impact's all you'll feelAs you're crumpled under my wheelsBack in the city there's lots more preyAnd if looks like things are going my waySee a big flock of yuppies at the art bar uptownJump the curb on Lake Street and run em all down