Pedestrian Pickoff Part I<br />
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Start the motor roaring as I throw it into gear<br />
Start the tires spinning, all spectator run with fear<br />
For, once behind the wheel, it's the beginning of the end<br />
For many helpless, unsuspecting, weak pedestrians<br />
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It's time to play this game of prey<br />
Pickoff<br />
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On the road and on the loose and on this trail of death<br />
From miles away I smell your blood and hear your hastened breath<br />
The auto seems to sense the way and lead me to the kill<br />
And stricken with your coming death, you helplessly stand still<br />
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See it in my eyes - hate - that surely spells your demise<br />
Feel it in the hit - score - I swear it won't hurt a bit<br />
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I see that you're still moving as I take you down at first<br />
No points for wounding, so I throw it in reverse<br />
Two times over, now it's back in to the hunt<br />
But as I turn, I'm staring down the barrel of a gun<br />
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Taken away to be arraigned<br />
Pickoff<br />
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Brought before the judge and jury, damned to rot in jail<br />
Determined to enforce the law, he set me with no bail<br />
Exhibit A, the blood and chrome, convincing of the crime<br />
And if released there is no doubt I'd do it one more time<br />
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See it in my eyes - guilt - as plain as day, haneous lies<br />
Metaphoric hit - score - gavel falls, I am hit...<br />