Tear-Off My Windscreen Please

I’m racing round the NASCAR scene, With bugs and grit upon my gleam. The rubber flies, the dust goes wild, Screen’s smeared, rip it off, I cried. Tear it Off, Rip it Off! Shatter My Veil, to Crystal Clear, Please! Got no time to wipe, stop or weep, My tear-offs are stacked ten deep! Snatch and rip my world to clear, Let's end the pit-stop clutch gear. I weaved through fumes and bumper brawls, Blasted like bullets off the walls. My screen is chipped by flying rocks. Ripp'n the socks off track-worn crocks. Tear it Off, Rip it Off! Shatter My Veil to Crystal Clear, Please! I'd love to see my tear-off fly. My flimsy film sent screaming high. Maybe I'll see Vegas, before I die. Take me to where I'd rather lie. I’d trade this helmet, car, and game, For brighter lights and louder fame. Ditch the garlands, trade the shows, If this screaming screen just goes! Tear it Off, Rip it Off! Shatter My Veil to Crystal Clear, Please!