Down 8 mile road I roam
in four hundred horsepower
of American muscle
drive by the payday loan storefront
roll by the fleshpots advertising
girls, girls, girls
drive past the liquor store on every corner
drowning out the working man’s sorrows
Drive on past factories and warehouses
dedicated to American Industrial arrogance
towards the center of the city I drive on
roads pounded into submission
driving a city forward
emerging out of the ashes
of an industrial age

Perhaps I’ll be a millionaire
driving those fancy Cadillac’s
eating in the steak house
owning a big house
I’ll make my money
off the honey of the land
or maybe own a company
Perhaps I’ll be a millionaire