Rosco Lyrics

Held up, waiting in line
All raped up, all rapped out
All raped up, becoming wiped outWhere are we all going?
We're just blowing time
We're just blowing timeI've got this fantasy
It's a fourth gear ecstasy
In held up situations like theseI'd really like to be the king of all of me
Twenty-three, going on
Zero to one-fiftyTen foot golden mags
High-octane rocket fuel
I let my lady drive
So I can steer the tunesIn just a couple seconds
We'll be breathin' G's
Nugent's cranked to ten
Come on and breathe the breezeCut off that white Miata
Roll over that Toyota Corolla
This is the righteous releaseNow we're really gaining speed
There's been a chain reaction

All the other cooped up slaves are following meDestroy that a.m., p.m.
Get all the cops where we can see 'em
It's time for it all to come downIn just a couple seconds
We'll be breathin' G's
Nugent's cranked to ten
Come on and breathe the breezeJoin us for fresh airWhere are we all going?