Rage Against the Machine
Raising his voice, he told me there were 30 kids living on the block and I was a danger on the road. It was all I could do to not let my potty mouth get the better of me. Instead, I figured, I’d show him! And took off as fast as my little car could carry me. Bite my dust, scumbag!
Take Me Home, Country Road
So off we went, me and my baby boys. I noticed the rain coming down. Hard. I took a deep breath and soldiered on. I was a grown-up woman. A mother for Chrissakes. And I was terrified. White-knuckled, jaw-clenched, might-just-lose-it terrified.
Rage Against the Machine
Raising his voice, he told me there were 30 kids living on the block and I was a danger on the road. It was all I could do to not let my potty mouth get the better of me. Instead, I figured, I’d show him! And took off as fast as my little car could carry me. Bite my dust, scumbag!