Blitz

14 kids in an old church van.

With a light in their eyes

And some tracts in their hands.

60 mph seems way too slow

When you got the chevy pointed

Down to mexico.





We all want to run

The race to win.

Never giving up or giving in.

Coming at you like a blitz.





They've had three flats

And their radiators leaking.

Ain't nothing gonna keep'em

From the prize that they're seeking.

They're riding all together

And it's in god's hand.





They'er jamming at the show

And everybody's freakin'





Ain't nothing gonna keep'em

From the prize that they're seeking.





They don't get around like ordinary fans.

14 kids in an old church van.


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