Under My Wheels

Under My Wheels

Quincy Punx
(album: We´re Not Punx)

I´ve got a customized hearse with razor edged fins
A fifty-seven Caddilac thats blacker than sin
It´s got a four-fifty-four and spikes on the grill
I´ve got a license to drive, I´ve got a license to kill
Cruising down main street on a saturday night
See some small town muscle head out looking for a fight
Screech around the corner by the local malt shop
Take out all the hicks and a couple of jocks

Headlights pin you down with fear
Screeching rubber´s the last thing you´ll hear
Sudden impact´s all you´ll feel
As you´re crumpled under my wheels

Back in the city there´s lots more prey
And if looks like things are going my way
See a big flock of yuppies at the art bar uptown
Jump the curb on Lake Street and run em all down