You have to go somewhere,
Foot to the floor until you’re far away,
The speed is beyond dare,
You fill the space around you with your screams,
Like anyone would heed,
It’s so futile trying to make your mark,
You want to pull a Thelma and Louise,
Not that that would make any difference,
Who e’en remembers them?
The best you can do to define yourself,
Is laughing in the end.
Make sure they hear!
Don’t be on the lone road,
Make donuts in the parking lot all day,
Keeping the trunk popped so they see your load.
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