Strike

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