Tire Screech as they pull out from the scene./It all seemed like a dream /Aint no escaping the beam. /With a gleam in th

Tire Screech as they pull out from the scene./It all seemed like a dream /Aint no escaping the beam. /With a gleam in their e seen the motor arise /You can tell from the cry that Death has arrived /He was hungry for some fries./He just left him some He just left hand some thighs/ Winter pulled out from the lot They gave him all that they got