Dreamed I found a dirt bike, while living through a war
I dreamed it started right on up, with one kick and a roar
The engine sounded so damn real as it echoed off the walls
Of every bombed out dying building as I tore off down the road

Dreamed I could dodge bullets, as they sung right past my head
Swerved and leaned into the turns of the city's skeleton
I could hear the sniper's cursing, over the buzz of the engine
As they frantically reloaded before I disappeared on them

I dreamed the city swarmed with soldiers aiming for my head
Marching in from all four corners, slowly closing in
Generals shout they orders to the infantries of men
As the choppers spun their rotors, break their bonds with burning sands

And all the while, my throttle wild, I ripped through shelled out streets
Calling out to all around, "Olly oxen free"
My mama proud, cause my dust clouds were like a crown on me
It's coronation day, I'm King up in these streets

And no bullets or no barbed wire, tear gas or no cross fire
Bayonets or no land mines, snipers nests or no drone pilots
Ever catch me blindsided, slow me down or pop tires
I pop wheelies till they caught feelings, laughing while they lead flying

The dead eyedest, I sped by 'em! Stealth pilots went to bed cryin'
RPGs left in the breeze as my CCs are red-lining
Damn right man! I just twist my wrist and laugh
Waiting till they get so pissed, they throw they kitchen sinks and baths
And this is just the half, I can't even find the words
How alive I finally felt, in the apex of a curve
Pressing so damn low, my knee was dragging in the dirt
I could feel the evening heat, radiating from the earth

The engine between my knees, pushed far beyond its worth
Was humming like a B-string, plucked upon a harp
For a moment everything felt perfect on this Earth
I could feel my racing heart beat its final little...