as black as an oil slick as tough as they come it s parting the masses blocks out the sun beefed up on hurt gung ho and proud suits shades and outriders survey the crowd it s got the power to drop the bomb you hear a rumble then it s gone he could blow us all to kingdom come there ain t no doubt he s his daddys son i wanna get a ride in cadillac one don t slow at tollbooths or stop at red lights plays chicken with the bad boys and gives em a fright heading down the highway to justice of a kind retribution alley an armor plated mind with your war wagon rolling fueled on your spite you didn t listen to the nation but still think you re right i hear a knocking on the doors of perception you sound like a fool words of mass deception