Out In Style

The shows over and the curtain closes
One final bow before the grand audience
"Its been a pleasure" with a sly grin
"But to the unfortunate, my last act"

I'm trading in this hood for a dress shirt
Clean cut and clean shaved like my dad
I want to look good next time mom sees me
Because next time I won't be able to speak

I've got a plan, to go out like a true American rebel
Hightail it into the Nevada desert in my red Ford pickup
Don't care if I see the ol red and blue I'll slam the throttle
Lead them to my final spot, into the nearest fucking mountain.

Sunrise brings black smoke into the valley
Scents of burning flesh and jack with coke
Mixed with the spills of oil and blood in the sand
Quite a sight isn't it. When it all plays out.

A death worth of this grease monkey.
One that any gear head could appreciate.
Yeah its going to be one hell of a trip
 And that's how they'll remember me
A real James Dean motherfucking rebel