Oh, out into the races    Oh, out into the cold    Where the cars look like bad belly dancers    They try to get a hold of me       But I move to the side    Back and forth between I glide    Using moves they've never seen    In my metal death machine       Relaxing later in my seat    Warming myself with the heat    I remember previous mistakes    I become the thing I hate       I got time to waste    I got my own blue place    You can keep your flutes and snakes    More metal saves       Protect protect myself    A suit of armor for my health    A nut in a nutshell of metal    Everyone else is expendable I guess    They are buried in my pedals       Now I'm moving to the side    Back and forth between I glide    Using moves they've never seen    I drive my metal death machine