18 Dec 2007
Take it four lanes wide all the way
At ninety miles per hour
Tumbleweeds blow down ambush alley
And it will blow your confidence down
Out on the highway just past midnight
The asphalt is cold as hell
There’s a man standing there with a rock in each hand
And he’s praying to Allah for help
And though I drive down Route Irish
I will not be afraid
A gunner in the turret
Is my comfort and aid