Held up, waiting in line

All raped up, all rapped out

All raped up, becoming wiped out

Where are we all going?

We're just blowing time, we're just blowing time

I've got this fantasy

It's a fourth gear ecstasy

In held up situations like these

I'd really like to be the king of all of me

23 going on 0 to 150

Ten foot golden mags, high-octane rocket fuel

I let my lady drive, so I can steer the tunes

In just a couple seconds, we'll be breathin' g's

Nugent's cranked to ten, come on and breathe the

Breeze

Cut off that white Miata, roll over that Toyota

Corolla

This is the righteous release

Now we're really gaining speed, there's been a chain

Reaction

All the other cooped up slaves are following me

Destroy that A.M./P.M., get all the cops where we can

See 'em

It's time for it all to come down

In just a couple seconds, we'll be breathin' g's

Nugent's cranked to ten, come on and breathe the

Breeze

Where are we all going?