Fuel Injected Suicide Machine - General Lee

today is the day

we hit the road at dawn in our shiny fuel injected suicide machine

six smelly beasts packed like matryoshka dolls

driving like hell through the fields of dirt and stones

for miles and miles around

get the fuck out of our way or all of a sudden you’d be dead

here brakes don’t exist

where we’re going we don’t need it

get the fuck out of our way

a hole opens up and we’re dead

here there’s no highways

where we’re going we don’t need it

we threw out the map hand over the reins

It’s no vacation

we go to hell

day in day out

the nightriders of doom

day in day out

we are the nightriders of doom