Lyrics: “Lucas Goes to the Demolition Derby” by Dare Dukes
Big boys depend on grace,
Yard-sale helmet and a foam neck brace,
Back-end ramming power,
How recklessness flowers
at our subatomic place.
Chorus:
Death to all sandbaggers.
Cowards unwelcome here.
God loves sons and brothers
for their total lack for fear.
And so to the derby we must go.
Surrounded by these amateurs
Come for pink popcorn and beer.
They’ve no appreciation
For the Impala painted
Like some deadly jungle bird.
Chorus
The maniacs get more cheers.
America finds her soul here.
Fury, Centurion
—all that we hope to become—
Bonneville and Cavalier.
Chorus
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