evening in the city

children running home

i only feel the steering wheel

i only see the chrome



sidewalks arent made for me

walking aint my job

all i want is drive a benz

and fuck all breaking cops



im a driver

living on the street

got an engine

its everything i need



driving

driving on and on

driving

driving on and on and on and on and....



my fires are high rising

when i smell the gasoline

praise the fast lord of velocity

who made me part of this machine



driving

driving on and on

driving

driving on and on and on and on and....



words: j. vogeltanz 19952000