Sorry, I'm Just Not Gay For Whips Or Vin Diesel

Tearing out of the night, I'm racing down Main through your ghost town Closet skeletons and other whores haunt the street The traffic lights flash as yellow as their complexion And I run through each one sans caution And I run through each one sans caution Drifting through town's square, I see you crucified The eyes your demons have taken reminds me of when I saw this dystopia in them Buildings burst into flame I floor the accelerator Buildings burst into flame I floor the accelerator The city ablaze in my rearview Maybe now I won't dream about you