I feel the road beneath me,
I feel the fuel in my veins,
I am one with my faithful ride,
Either I'm inspired, or I'm insane.

The setting sun dips behind,
The far horizon on the plains,
I can't help but think to myself,
How the sky appears bathed in flames.

Dusk draws in, night draws near,
As it each evening does,
Orange fades to deep deep red,
I see the sky is awash in blood.

The light is gone, darkness reigns,
O'er the plains, my ride, and I,
I scan for headlights, in the dark,
I am on the hunt tonight.

I sit and watch alongside the road,
And wait to catch my prey,
After several hours of deathly calm,
My patience begins to fray.

But soft!  What lights on yon horizon break,
But those of my designated foe?
I see him outlined, against the stars,
It must be him, I know.

The dirty dog doesn't even know I'm there,
And he passes by unaware,
I can't believe my good luck,
Of taking him on unprepared.

I start my car, spin around,
And tear out onto the road,
I click my weapons systems on,
Target him, and unload.

A satisfying hit, is my reward,
And now he knows I'm there,
I hear his engine screaming,
Now he's running scared.

I contine to pelt him, and nail 'im hard,
With everything I have,
As the smoke pours from his car,
I can't help but let out a laugh.

The smell of victory is in the air,
And I unleash the final shells,
As I watch his car burst into flames,
I know he didn't have a chance in hell.

After about an hour, the fire's out,
And I move in to collect my prize,
I remove the plates, from his car,
As proof of his demise.

It's a dirty life, but it pays the rent,
I see it as the only way to go,
'Cause I'm paid rather well, by my boss,
Antonio Malochio.