Thirty miles away and the sky is all aglow,
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the desert is so bright, I turn my headlights low.
Rubber slapping pavement, Iím building up the speed.
This annual vacation is something that I need.
The motorcycle cop is hiding in the sun,
he smiles as he shoots me with his radar gun.
He clocks me doing eighty where the limitís fifty-five,
I think, ďHe wonít take me in, not while Iím alive.Ē
He starts his bike, turns on his siren and his flashing light,
I snarl and whisper, ďHe wonít bring me down without a fightĒ.
With pedal to the metal I turn around and look.
He just keeps on coming, like Iím some big time crook.
He finally starts to fall behind, my engineís just too big.
I laugh and think, ďI knew that I could outrun that blue pigĒ.
Now Iím past the speed trap and Iíll be there in a clip,
my tire blows, the car explodes, that ends my summer trip.
All that is necessary for the forces of evil to win the world is for enough good men to do nothing...Edmund Burke