[verse]
A Land Rover hurtles
past you at breakneck speed.
Behind the wheel,
a madman listens to a deafening hit.
[chorus]
Get out of his way.
You are not the one he needs.
Get out of his way.
Not this time. Not on these streets.
[verse]
The car's scorching hood
is splattered with blood.
The driver senses your fear—
he is like a hound.
[chorus]
Get out of his way.
You are not the one he needs.
Get out of his way.
Not this time. Not on these streets.
[bridge]
Clods of mud fly from beneath the wheels.
He has no brakes. He has no feelings.
[outro]
Make way for him.
Make way for him.
Take off your hat.
Like him, you are undead.
20.04.2026
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A Land Rover undead
© Copyright: Александр Лукин 3, 2026
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