1,320'
Grinding my teeth,white knukles 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 spiting from the pipes
a burnout by the flame throwing fury
8,000 horses ignite
full throttle,hit the ground runnig
with a tank full of nitro
and its 1,320 to go to the finish line
Solo-Chris
My hands hold tight,a fire breathig 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
