Cobra Skulls All Drive lyrics

Now we all drive 85 miles per hour
Down a crumbling Eisenhower
Built on hegemony and the fear
Of losing super power
In a dream of a mile a minute
I feel suspended in it
Dark clouds are gathering
But the weatherman is called a cynic
And we all drive
The dream has globalized
A rite of passage we all drive
The beast of steel is so majestic
Some foreign, some domestic
Some claim they don't fan the flame

But they fuel the fire just the same
And we all drive
The dream has globalized
A rite of passage we all drive
And then you go, stop, go, stop
You get to the city and you stop and go stop
then go stop go stop
You get to the city, you stop and go stop
The road of life is a competition
Gotta keep that pole position
And we all drive