So I stole myself a '68 Camaro
And I took it for a ride
Crossed the Mojave going one hundred and five
Man was I alive
Now I'm flying down those high desert roads
Going fast and out of control
And those cops they'll give up
When I hit straight lines
Yeah those cops they'll give up
When I hit straight lines
Kicking dust up high nearing that Arizona line
On my heels they still ride
Now my tank is about just as empty as a drum
One more mile and I'll be done
Made a one-eighty turn at the drop of a dime
There ain't no way that I'm doing this time
Well what's life worth living if this living ain't for mine
Well f*ck it I guess that it's my turn to die
Well f*ck it I guess that it's my turn to die