Blitz

14 kids in an old church van

With a light in their eyes

And some tracts in their hands

60 MPH seems way too slow

When you got the Chevy pointed

Down to Mexico

We all want to run

The race to win

Never giving up or giving in

Coming at you like a blitz

They've had three flats

And their radiators leaking

Ain't nothing gonna keep'em

From the prize that they're seeking

They're riding all together

And it's in God's hand

They'er jamming at the show

And everybody's freakin'

Ain't nothing gonna keep'em

From the prize that they're seeking

They don't get around like ordinary fans

14 kids in an old church van