Traffic Jam - Jacks Of All Trades

I spend my mornings in my car on the freeway

Driving down like a bullet on that highway

Making tricks with the freaks on my backseat

And the streets full of fire and gasoline

Don’t you know how it goes for a man like me

I’m feeling free like a bird without a nest in a tree

So you know that life starts at hundred miles

And I won’t stop rocking till my tank’s ran dry

I found that sin that makes me spin

Around my selfisness

My body swings out of control

In this beautifull mess

The whirlwind blows from side to side

Makes me settle for less

This is the sin that makes me spin

Away from righteousness

I won’t get stuck in a traffic jam

Oh man, don’t you love the way she bangs

Hear the roar in my ear when I switch a bigger gear

No fear ' fire shooting out the rear

454, all American iron

Go kitty go or don’t you know whitch side on

Nothing beats the feeling when I’m out with my friends

I got power underneath and I know it won’t end