The night is silent when I do my deed,
for I do it for another person's greed.
The money is good but it is not the only thing,
for it's the chase and the excitement it brings.
No key to turn on to make me fly,
no cop to explain to as why.
I just like the wind in my hair,
and if it's another person's property I just don't care.
I make more then some in one night,
everything another automobile takes flight.
I just get in turn a wire wait for the spark,
then away I am to like a lark.
I then run the car into the drive,
doing this day after day to survive.
I take the money and the felling it give me,
knowing how good it feel when I am free.
I seen others go down by the cops or wind up in a ditch,
but I still go out with out a hitch.
But ever I know my time will soon come around,
and I will find my lifeless body in the ground.
Still maybe if I just had this last time,
to do this one big crime.
Then I will be done for the rest of my life,
and finally I could be away from this strife.
Turning the wire and waiting for the engine to start,
a flash of light follows and my body is blasted apart.
