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She's heading for the boarder

Sirens have lost her tracks

Bipolar hoon disorder

Leather, ominous black

An open desert highway

Something the city lacked

Escaping from the psyche ward

And never going back

She drives her car

She fangs it hard

She drives it fast

She drives it far

She has a fascination

With all the things unsaid

She drives a little faster

Just to escape herself

Press the cathartic throttle

Into the sun ahead

Blaring some heavy metal

You crazy petrol head

She drives her car

She fangs it hard

She drives it fast

She drives it far

Our gothic Queen's V8 machine

She goes out to the desert

She seems to like it there

Out runs the desert pirates

Takes in the nothingness

Checks out notorious pine gap

Like a curious cat

Saw something and they saw her

Out runs air force attack

She drives her car

She fangs it hard

She drives it fast

She drives it far