BEHIND ME
© 2006 Alan P.
MacLeod SOCAN
It’s not all right Momma. Now you must be told.
Don't let your twit kids, play on my big road.
I see them in the mirror -- barely in control.
Driving like some getaway car, that’s gonna’
roll.
Four-wheeled Hurricanes,
ripping through the driving rain, behind me
Road rage in a cage,
tearing up the highways, behind me
You won't get a trophy kid, suckin' on my tail
Stomp the skinny pedal, you're a whiner with a wail.
I say "bring on every challenge"
you’re gonna win ‘em or you won’t.
I don’t play for winning. I play so that you
don’t!
Four-wheeled Hurricanes,
ripping through the driving rain, behind me
Road rage in a cage
tearing up the highways, behind me
Go spend your whole allowance, on pricey wanker fuel.
You'll be licking guardrail, trying to break my rule.
So back on off and breathe now,
or your breathing will be through.
Someone’s always in the front, and hey, it
isn’t you.
Four-wheeled Hurricanes,
ripping through the driving rain, behind me
Road rage in a cage
tearing up the highways, behind me
High beams honking horn,
a great big ego’s getting torn, behind me
High beams, honking horn,
you're a speck of road rash in the morning
gave you warning now you're dead behind me
Behind me.
You're behind me. Behind me.
You're gonna' stay behind me yeah yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Hell, yeah.