Got your engine sitting on the red line.

Hurtling through the corners, keep them shifts in time.

Is this another challenger I see in the rearview.

Pretty sure those lamps ain't the red and blue.


Open her throat and let the fat lady sing.

She's got eight thirsty children pouring petrol in.

Need a bit more off the top?

Fuck it. lads, let's prime the nos.


Got my favorite jam screaming outta those speakers.

Gimmie fuel, give me fire calls the metal man.

Got that open highway pulling me along.

Like a never-ending silvered tongue.


Don't matter how far I push this beast.

That follower behind just won't cease.

Got the Devilman behind the wheel.

Baleful howls full of zeal.


How long before he makes me kneel?

One finger on the switch, other round her neck.

Gonna watch this damned car turn into a speck.

Primed and ready, juices running hot.


Got them pistons cooking fit to pop.

Fumes coming up, smell oil roasting in the pan.

I think she's given all she can.

Held it pegged as long as I could.

Got no time to pop that hood.

Go Baby Go.