Right Of Way

I'm rolling down the road on my burning set of wheels,
Got the motion, got the potion, spitting blue flames from my heels.
Some men maybe happy with their bloody nine to five,
Not me baby, like hell maybe, I could never stand in line, I could never
stand in line.
I've got the right of way,
I've got the guts to say,
I know the people who aren't gonna wait for you.
Their gonna steal your dance, their gonna carry your chance away.
I'm pulling the strings, I'm working the deals,
I won't drag in the reins, I can't stop til it's real.
My dreaming scheming mind, it knows I gotta climb, I will not wait -
behind, I'm gonna grab it right away.
I'm a classic young vulture eyeing the U.S.A.,
I'm a double dealing dynamo dude living his life in spades.
I'll keep grinning while I'm winning, and to death I'll say some day,
I've got nine lives like an alley cat, I can spare a few to play.
I've got the right of way,
I've got the guts to say,
I know the people who aren't gonna wait for you.
Their gonna steal your dance, their gonna carry your chance away.

by Gregg Mazade

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