The Land Of Opportunity Spawned A Whole

You're Driving With Your Eyes Closed.

Sharper Than A Serpents Tongue, Tighter Than A Bongo Drum, Quicker Than A One Night Stand, Slicker Than A Mambo Band.

Some Records With Drum Machines On Them Sound Phony And Plastic. It All Depends On How You Use The Tools.

Nobody On The Road. Nobody On The Beach. I Feel It In The Air, The Summer's Out Of Reach.

O' Beautiful, For Spacious Skies But Now Those Skies Are Threatening They're Beating Plowshares Into Swords For This Tired Old Man That We Elected King.