Ashley Stove - Out Into The Race lyrics

(or, suv protest song #3) Oh, out into the races Oh, out into the cold Where the cars look like bad belly dancers They try to get a hold of me But i move to the side Back and forth between i glide Using moves they've never seen In my metal d**h machine Relaxing later in my seat Warming myself with the heat I remember previous mistakes I become the thing i hate I got time to waste I got my own blue place You can keep your flutes and snakes More metal saves Protect protect myself A suit of armor for my health A nut in a nutshell of metal Everyone else is expendable i guess They are buried in my pedals Now i'm moving to the side Back and forth between i glide Using moves they've never seen I drive my metal d**h machine