Racing

Racing down,
Canyon Road,
speeding now,
just a load

of teen-age souls,
bent on finding Hell,
as they raced against
a clock which told,

if you succeed,
you will never get old,
for you will be part of
infamy. But do not worry,

you will be remembered
in the only verse,
when They gather you up
for the final ride,
in the hearse