Racing on the strip again
I've got to have some more
I can't wait to stand next to the light

Screaming tires badass racers
That's the things that make me feel alright


I'm moving in fast I'm moving in slow
I got to felp myself to find a cure


Let me out, let me fly around the fields
Let me out, let me fly around the fields I don't give a
damn, if I smell like gazoline


Riding on down the pitlane
I've got to change my wheels

I can't stand the thought of slowing down
Changing gears I'm dropping the hammer
I drive so fast my eyes are going blind