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Edited on Sun Oct-22-06 02:40 AM by Leopolds Ghost
Reluctantly crouched. At the starting line. Engines pumping... and thumping, in time. The green light flashes, the guns recoil. Churning and burning. they yearn for the oil.
They deftly maneuver. And muscle for rank! Fuel burning fast on an empty tank. Reckless, and wild, they pour through the slums. Their prowess is potent, and secretly chums....
As they speed for the finish the flags go down. The freepers get up and they get...out of town. Iraq is now empty, except for one man... Still driving, and striving, as fast as he can!
Well, the sun has gone down on Iraqi soil. And long ago somebody left with the oil...but he's still driving, and striving, and hugging the turns. And thinking of someone for whom - he - still burns.
He's going the distance He's going for speed. We're all alone (all alone) All alone in a time of need Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his... horse.
No trophy no flowers no flashbulbs no LINE He's haunted by something he cannot define. Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse! Assail him, impale him, with IED force!
In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade! We're hoping in time that our memories will fade, Because he's racing and pacing and staying the course. He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The moon has come up on Iraqi soil. And long ago somebody LEFT with the oil, but he's still striving. and driving. and hugging the turns. And thinking of someone for whom - he - still burns.
Cause he's going the distance He's going for speed We're all alone (all alone) Alone in a time of need Because he's racing and pacing and staying the course. He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance He's going for speed He's going the distance!
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