Motorshed

Crowd is a creature

With no body brain or good intention

Just a voice with an eye and a pitchfork

Competing histories

Made us into bottom feeders

I'll cut across leave a skid on your front lawn

I will not repent

I reject my placement

First will and testament

Reject my own perceptions

See, the thing about mediocrity is

It's like a very small hole in a wall

And to get to the other side you have to

Break every bone in your body

Reject every limitation

Fold your self in half

And forget your own psychic hangups

Cross that line

I will not repent

I reject my placement

First will and testament

Reject my own perceptions