out into the race lyrics – ashley stove

(or, suv protest song #3)

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 nutsh*ll 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

/ ashley stove lyrics