Johnny's out cruising down the fast food strip
He rides the high-wheeler Ford
He's down here every evening since the school let out
An ordinary man would be bored.
Johnny's got the hunger of a high school heart
And a tank full of minimum-wage
So its six lights down, six lights back
Pacing like a lion in a cage
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He's running on a tether
Tearing at the ground
Trying to find a way to break the chain
This howling in the distance
Its a captivating sound
Can't tell if its ecstasy or pain
Saturday they'll all be back again
All those engines pulling all night long
Still makes a slow moving train
They can scream out their freedom
When the light turns green
But they're bound to come 'round again
Standing at a distance there's the dark haired girl
Johnny doesn't know her name
He howls his engine like a big, black dog
Choking on his collar by his chain
Its lonely, like hunger
Driven to the same old place
Rumble like thunder
Don't you think that Angels hear
The pa**ion of this Human Race
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Saturday They'll All Be Back Again
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