The Drive


Some say that you’re a renegade some say that you’re a threat
Some say that you won’t make it and you’re just a punk ass brat
Some say that you will fall hard and they’ve had it with your kind
Some say that you’ll end up in hell some say you’ve lost your mind

But you’ve got the drive! Got the drive!
You own the streets and rule the night
You’ve got the drive! Got the drive
And you feel so damn alive!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah)

Them doubters and them critics they sure know how to judge
But you will break parole tonight so fuck you very much
Your engine’s howling like a wolf you gotta let it loose
And with your razor claws and teeth you’ll rip their twisted truth

Got the drive! Got the drive!
You own the streets and rule the night
You’ve got the drive! Got the drive
And you feel so damn alive!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah

On a sandy desert road your car is breaking down
A bullet in your shoulder and them sirens all around
Coughing dirt and blood you shoot your way across the border
It’s either this or death – can’t never live by law and order!

Cause you’ve got the drive! Got the drive!
You own the streets and rule the night
You’ve got the drive! Got the drive
And you feel so damn alive!
Yeah!

You’ve got the drive! - got the drive!
You own the streets and rule the night
You’ve got the drive! -got the drive
And you feel so damn alive!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah)