Safety In Speed

I’ve only walked out on one single movie
It was an action adventure
It was a blood-sucking summer
The posters in the lobby of the theater called it Predator
I called it weak and unwatchable
Carl Withers and two future governors
You know, that’s really unacceptable
We gotta stop falling for these double speakers
From these double features
We gotta keep ‘em in the theaters

So put your head up to the speakers
This is what it’s like to stop talking and finally hear me
I’m concerned
You itchin’ to burn
I know you’re dyin’ to know, homie
And I’m ready to listen and learn
So put your head up to the headphones
This is what it’s like to drown out the psychos
I’m concerned
You itchin’ to burn
I know you’re dyin’ to do it, homie
But you gotta see how it’s done

So put your gun in the shoebox
Put the box in the back of your closet and close the door
Between the kegs and the Maiden CD 
I think this party's got about as much heavy metal as it's gonna need
So put your head up to those speakers
This is what it's like to stop talking and finally hear me
We ain't got time to bleed 
We hit the highways and skating on thin ice
The safety’s in speed

You ever feel like you're being tricked 
Tricked-out, dipped, dicked around with, or flat out lied to?
Welcome to Hollywood, DC
Where Reagan youth grew up cowboys off Ronnie's westerns
That shoot ‘em up and steal the bucks
Tell ‘em what's live and giddy-up 
Yeah, off into the sunset
Years later, we watched the Running Man and two of ‘em ran and won 
Too star-struck to stick with the plan, huh?

I should’ve switched to Marlboros
Them cowboy killers
’Cause cowboys are killing Camel Lights.
Some mustached punk, that evil Jafar,
But for a middle eastern guy, 
I think Aladdin looked kinda white
We open wide and catch a bite of villain image
We swallow it and feed it to the kids if the song's alright.
It’s just the way it be, eyes wide 
Shut up and sit down
Put your hands up for your turn to speak

So put your head up to the speakers
This is what it’s like to stop talking and finally hear me
I’m concerned
You itchin’ to burn
I know you’re dyin’ to know, homie
And I’m ready to listen and learn
So put your head up to the headphones
This is what it’s like to drown out the psychos
I’m concerned
You itchin’ to burn
I know you’re dyin’ to do it, homie
But you gotta see how it’s done

So put your gun in the shoebox
Put the box in the back of your closet and close the door
Between the kegs and the Maiden CD 
I think this party's got about as much heavy metal as it's gonna need
So put your head up to those speakers
This is what it's like to stop talking and finally hear me
We ain't got time to bleed 
We hit the highways and skating on thin ice
The safety’s in speed

I’ve got my Nikon
Let’s get our Knife on
And get a couple snapshots of a bad move
I’ve got my Nikon
Let’s get our Knife on
And get a couple snapshots of a bad move
I’ve got my Nikon
Let’s get our Knife on
And get a couple snapshots of a bad move
I’ve got my Nikon
Let’s get our Knife on
And get a couple snapshots of a bad move
I’ve got my Nikon
Let’s get our Knife on
And get a couple snapshots of a bad move
I’ve got my Nikon
Let’s get our Knife on
And get a couple snapshots of a bad move

Just the light on
’Cause I forgot the flash
I want these proofs to prove what not to do