Gone Daddy Gone

Well, drivin' fast won't get you caught
Brutal pleasure in my car
High-pipe collars and dual exhaust
We'll flame tune out as we pass 'em all
Feel the power, what a blast
Baby, baby, let's make it last
High life is just a four-lane gas

Gone, daddy, gone
Gone, daddy, gone

Well, crossin' hikes, the tires squeal
Twin-pipe mufflers, jerks of steel
With the devil, I made a deal
We're movin' fast down 95
We're past a hundred, we're still alive
Cops came up about a mile back
They'll never catch me, but they took a crack

Gone, daddy, gone
Gone, daddy, gone

Gone, daddy, gone
Gone, daddy, gone

This ain't no fuckin' Cadillac
I'm on my way to hell and back
Some asshole's head I'd like to crack
We'll hit that corner, stop and slide
No, I won't get out alive
Faster, faster, what a ride

Gone, daddy, gone
Gone, daddy, gone