Cadillac One - G.B.H.

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