Bullet From A Gun

Today

I'm cruising hard as a crazy bastard.

No play

Would make my life a complete disaster.

One day

To rule the world without a master.

Far away,

I'm catching up, car is cruising faster.

'Cause I've got no time for love,

'Cause I'm always on the run.

I'm a bullet from a gun.

Okay

I've got no job but I'm always working.

All day

I'm on the run, wheels always turning.

Hallways

Is where I sleep while my engine's cooling.

Backstage

Is where my beat is always burning.

Life is just a plan

To get all that you can

And no one understands.

OKAY, TODAY, FAR AWAY

Are you coming with me or not?