Happy At The Drag Strip

(Album: Suitcase 2: American Superdream Wow - 2005)

They ran across the fields
Admist the roar of engines gunning
Bashing, splashing
In front of headlights in the night

Create our mock religion
With our fight songs and our muskets
With a motto
"If you must do it, do it right"
We would tonight

Happy at drag strip
In a tortured conventions
At Palmola Road with virgin dairy queens

Checkered flags
Leathered gloves
The smell of love
It stops at fun factory
Not for me

Lighting avon fire feed the sky
A shrine for the child who had to die
Come see the reflection in our eyes

We only had to hold them
In the freedom in our armor
With the lure of the mojo
Always there

Loud persistent humming
Like the swift of patchy drumming
Creating fury into all the hearts who care

Lighting avon fire feed the sky
A shrine for the child he who must die
Come see the reflection in our eyes

Ride with me this evening
Throw away your blanket of boredom
Let the dogs bark like bugles in your ears

There's nothing you can lose
From the thrill of breaking through
And the fire of hell will dry up all your tears