Oh, you've got eyes like raging fire
Burning my fuel up with abandon
Nobody's ever told me when to shut up and sit down
I'm picking fights with satellites don't try and stop me now
Sick of being on the grid, Armageddon can't come quick enough
Oh, when the end times roll around I will be cruising down the highway
A hundred miles away, just leaving tire tracks behind
Not over it, still bones to pick, there won't be peace of mind
Sick of being on the grid, Armageddon can't come quick enough