F-R-E-S-N-E-L Licenseur Emperor X

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Let's hit the interstate
With a call sign like that, girl, you'll never want to return
Let's pull over all the silencers we find, and put them in
A locked un-American standard
A hurtling ball across the freeway midline:
"I didn't mean to wreck your van, man
I only want to take it to the center of the Marshall Plan."

I want to drive
I want to pilot
And put it down

Let's put the state in a lockdown crisis
I'm over wheels now
My eyes were never gouged
They were injured
New York state!
The DMV cries

Where's your pile of illegal telescopics to abuse?
If Fresnel ever lived, he'd approve
What else did he live for?
But wait- he loved, just like anyone else!
He had a heart, and a stomach, and a knee, and a blinker
And his own soul tripod