Navy Fleet
 by Jamie Meyer

I want my great reputation back!
Who but took it from my clutches?
I know who.
I know exactly who.
A Navy fleet.

I'll get what I want!
I know a million things about championship truck racing
I was more accomplished at age zero than Jim "Razorback" Diamond is now, and he's thirty-two.
And that fuck-hole can't match me worth a dog's dick when it comes to cornering
He skids, I don't, end of story.
I'm as unstopable as a
Navy fleet.

Sabotage.
A knife in the back
A drop of blood on the silent body.
To all concerned, a grave crime.
To all who truly know, a license for revenge.
Unstoppable.
A Navy fleet.

There's a time and a place for everything.
My time shall come but soon.
Babe Ruth, Julius Caesar, Alfred Einstein, Jack "Whiplash" Scooter
They could skin the cat. They knew. . .
They understood. . .
Navy Fleet.
An army no longer.
Eager recruits no longer.
And babes, no longer.
No longer.
No longer.
No longer.

But what are these noble warriors yet?

Take yesterdays little "incident."
What was Jack doing cleaning oil off the track when he knew the pack was turning a G-curve?
There's only one possible expanation. . .

Now, its payback.
I aced the final.
Fuckin’ A, baby! You're gonna need. . .
A Navy Fleet!

Let's rock.



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