Suitcase And Gun

I'm packing a suitcase and gun
I'm carrying a six pack and stun
Got my foot to the floor
I'm on 90/94 on the run

I'm listening to Dylan and Queen
I'm burning out my engine clean
I’ve got speed and a need for escaping
I'm grinding my teeth

And all I need is the sunshine following me

I'm following stars to my left
I roll down my window and yell
The guy to my right honks his horn
I know I'm alright

And all I need is the sunshine following me