Grinding my teeth, white knuckles grasp at the wheel
I rush from an avalanche of adrenaline; it’s all that I feel
As quick as a bolt of lightning, a rocket ride in a bucket seat
It doesn’t get any better than this; it just feeds my need for speed
Supercharged, strapped in and screaming
Fire spitting from the pipes
A burnout by the flame throwing fury
8,000 horses ignite
Full throttle, hit the ground running
With a tank full of nitro
And its 1,320′ to go to the finish line
Solo — Chris
My hands hold tight, a fire breathing stampede
I fall into a trance, hold my breath till the light turns green
In a cloud of nitro methane, melting rubber, I say my prayers
Man and machine accelerate and I vanish in thin air
Chorus
Solo — Dave
Solo — Chris
Solo — Dave
Solo — Chris
Solo — Dave
Solo — Chris