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We're on a mission and we're outta control some stolen beers and we're ready to roll adrenaline's pumping with your friends at your side all loaded up lets go for a ride cruising the backroads moving fast with the lights out it's a blast pushing one hundred on a dare we might die but we don't care [x2] white trash, joy ride without out fear of consequence white trash, joy ride say goodbye to your innocence sneak out of your bedroom late at night down the hallway and your out of site roaming the streets while your parents are in bed you know its wrong but your still sick of the bullshit! sick of the bullshit! sick of the bullshit! oh yeah! WHITE TRASH MOTHER FUCKER! From Letras Mania