Early Sunday morning at the crack of dawn
I pull my tan and gray battle armor on
Throw off the tarps that hide my ATV
A heavily modified Yamaha Banshee

Crawl under the the bridge to dodge the MPD
Some guy's cousin's friend sold me a special key
As I gun the Banshee through the private gate
Across the highway skids a Ford with ramming plates

All I wanted was a nice morning drive

Four miles of twisting white concrete
No speed limit on Oprah's street
Engine screaming 90 miles an hour
Banshee climbing toward the sun

All I wanted was a nice morning drive
Me and my Banshee, Me and my Banshee

F-150 driver closing for the kill
If I dared reach back I bet I'd touch his grill
I'm faster in the corners, slowly pull away
I'll be dead if I make a single mistake

PC -- CH

Movement ahead
Escalade coming down fast
Cut the corner tight
Throw up a cloud of brown dust
Sneer on her face as
She stomps on the gas
I swerve right

CH
If they hadn't tried to kill me they'd still be alive