All - Rosco lyrics

Held up, waiting in line All raped up, all rapped out All raped up, becoming wiped out Where are we all going? We're just blowing time, we're just blowing time I've got this fantasy It's a fourth gear ecstasy In held up situations like these I'd really like to be the king of all of me 23 going on 0 to 150 Ten foot golden mags, high-octane rocket fuel I let my lady drive, so I can steer the tunes In just a couple seconds, we'll be breathin' g's Nugent's cranked to ten, come on and breathe the breeze Cut off that white Miata, roll over that Toyota Corolla This is the righteous release Now we're really gaining speed, there's been a chain reaction All the other cooped up slaves are following me Destroy that A.M./P.M., get all the cops where we can see 'em It's time for it all to come down In just a couple seconds, we'll be breathin' g's Nugent's cranked to ten, come on and breathe the breeze Where are we all going?