Switchblade LLC. [SB372]

Switchblade LLc, a corp dedicated to all your griefing needs. <br>Recruitment Status; QQ'ers need not apply<br><br>Switchblade 327<br>Lit cigarette in his hand<br>Steel-toed boots on the accelerator<br>Oil leakin' outta the pan<br><br>Switchblade, three two-barrels<br>Gettin' there as fast as he can<br>All juiced up like a hot carburetor<br>Spittin' gas onto the fan<br><br>Blacktop burnout, Saturday night<br>Try to catch him if you can<br><br>Switchblade 327<br>Switchblade, seven come eleven<br>Switchblade, he's all right<br>When he gets drunk he fights all night<br><br>Switchblade 327<br>Pullin' way ahead of the pack<br>Chop top deuce, Saturday night<br><br>Flames shootin' outta the back<br><br>Switchblade, don't cut him off<br>He won't cut you no slack<br>He'll cut you to ribbons if you come to town<br>He'll carve his name in your back<br><br>Blacktop burnout, Saturday night<br>Try to catch him if you can<br><br>Switchblade 327<br>Switchblade, seven come eleven<br>Switchblade, he's all right<br>When he gets drunk he fights all night<br><br>Switchblade 327<br>Someone was calling his name<br>All he could hear was his engine<br>And the sound of the pouring down rain<br><br>Switchblade 327<br>Ran 125 down the lane<br>But someone had cut both his fuel lines<br>And the '32 burst into flames<br><br>Blacktop burnout, Saturday night<br>Try to catch him if you can<br><br>Switchblade 327<br>Switchblade, seven come eleven<br>Switchblade, he's all right<br>When he gets drunk he fights all night