He knows his machine Inside and out
But no doubt still doesn't get it
Keeping it clean, a well-calibrated dream
Has become a kind of personal fetish

"More horsepower!" he cries, a crazed look in his eye,
To burn more quickly the bones
Of the world's last masters, he'd like to go faster
Off the cliff and into hellish unknown

A bug or a feature- to help it run nice
So he could more precisely look over
His particular field, he took out the windshield
And installed a window to the motor

Who wants to jump out of a moving car?
It helps when you've got zero good choices
The peanut gallery tries to backseat drive
He revs up and drowns out our voices

Strongman, deliver us from this maniac!
It doesn't take a mechanic to see
He's in love with himself and his suicide ride
The driver doesn't care about me

Behind The Wheel

all songs made during the 20 song game, so in about an hour or two per track:thus the short track lengths.hope you enjoy.

Behind The Wheel

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