tread marks and dead rabbits

I pop my ride into first gear
and peel out into the woods,
raising dust into the air
the rabbits have no chance
not fast enough, dead rabbits lie in my tracks
I leave tread marks on obscure paths
a buffet for animals who normally hunt these rabbits
today, the work has been done for them
by my 4-wheel drive machine
with enough horsepower to equip an entire Roman Army
and of course luxury leather
damn that shit is comfortable
to sit on and ride through the woods on
and leave dead rabbits in my tread marks on
while listening to Rage Against The Machine on.