Now we all drive 85 miles per hour Down a crumbling Eisenhower Built on hegemony and the fear Of losing super power In a dream of a mile a minute I feel suspended in it Dark clouds are gathering But the weatherman is called a cynic And we all drive The dream has globalized A rite pf passage we all drive The beast of steel is so majestic Some foreign, some domestic Some claim they don't fan the flame But they fuel the fire just the same And we all drive The dream has globalized A rite of passage we all drive And the you go, stop and go stop The go stop go stop You get to the city, you stop and go stop The road of life is a competition Gotta keep that pole position And we all drive