Here they come, in pursuit of speed

calling "danger, desire, greed"

Dogmatic mechanic and his loose-lipped whore

Squeezing their drinks for a little bit more



Bet your mother wouldn't like it.



Mother wouldn't like it

Just like a wet 13



Duke does 'em out cause everyone know it

Viscious satin say



Here she comes, sagging under her load

TWo fancy babies like the hip-it's of God

She's gonna fight in the people's key

Move on over and give me some heat



You know your mother wouldn't like it.



Here they come, so hot their blood starts to boil

Getting hot from the rubber and oil

They come to stay for the chick and flag

Bet out revolver for an auto hag



You know your mother wouldn't like it