I'm feeling very highway No moss, no stone, just kickin' up dust Headed for ground zero… trubba not Crash Electra Red eye? Blue wing! The change is on, that fly is by this race is afoot—the first step's a lulu Fast break right out of the gate I got my darkhorse light on The higher the fewer all rising up from the ashes Je suis donc je suis What I want you to see is a soul made different I'm living fast, I'm living by the sweet science of the lucky strike Just a flash in the pan