Gone Jackals Can't Slow Down
I'm driving hard, punching holes in the heat The air is clammy, a hamper full of nightmare's sheets. I'm goin' fast like a fading blonde No time for nothing but goin, goin', goin' - gone. My brakes are failing, blasting through all the lights My radiator's been blown since I was five. The night is clinging and the sidewalks reel My body's rusted, I'm rotten, screaming steel. Tire treads are smooth and hot goin' 'round. Sirens wailing long and loud but what's a man to do If he can't slow down. I'm knockin', knockin' underneath my hood. Don't you inspect me, you know I just ain't no good. I'm spittin' licorice in the D.M.Z. Both sides sit helpless - ironic equality. Like a warrior who fights without shield I'll go down. You'll see me smashed to bits in this town long before I'm due 'Cause I can't slow down.
