"A thin blue line Runs through the desert sky Reflected in my face Adventured herself in a place, without a name. No name, no sound succeeds... I saw them make that turn The tires screech The car vanishes... Tarmac Evades, escapes A "kill-her" pitch Shift up, head down Don't make a (single) sound A thin red line Burns the highway. We drive by... The gasoline smell... hypnotize me A burning finger in my eye."
A fireball… People run … away… A holster and a gun All rise for big #1. “I don’t know what have you won. Do you cunts think this is for fun?!” LOOKS LIKE WE ALWAYS JUMP CUT! LOOKS LIKE WE ALWAYS GET STUCK IN A RUT! “How do you plan on finding them? Yesterday is already later than The checkmate’s date… (The) heaven’s gate… I want them all dead and buried in cement… I want them all dead and buried in cement!!! I wish their warcry turned to a hollow lament T (...)