Strike, while the iron is hot
Baby, like it or not, everyone climbs
Up the backs of their peers
But we’re not like that here
We have culture and creed you say
I was raised on the run and it fell anyway
So strike, when the iron looks hot
Baby we’re all we’ve got so let’s go
Out to the coast, we can outsource the ghost and get free
I’ve got an Orange County feeling
I can fly this car into a building
And come out looking 10 years younger
And baby you look hot
So drive, into the wall
Nature’s own laws need not apply
Cause the curtain will hold
And the natives give all the sun