Being Called Disaster

Dark rebel nightNo light in the skyI grab my gunsAnd start the engineNight rules, freedom tasteWild and craving heartAnd you blast everything forIdeal nothingThrough the city on the runCrash, blast, fight and funGot the people down?Got them scream and shout!Fear, fear, fear!It's my airAnd I demand it!And I get it!Here I come, fast as hellMy beast and I - we are as oneI won't think before and never afterThe instincts lead to damage doneI've got my gunsAnd my monster hotrod carI've got my fun to hunger forI'm being called disaster