| Lyrics: | Fire in the hole, mile-eatin', on the prowl.
Puttin' on a show, bringin' 'em down low.
Never have been beat, rooted to the seat.
Born with heavy feet, ploughing down the street.
A showdown to be, it's the property of me.
I leave 'em all behind, this track is
mine.
I'm dying to perform, it differs from the norm.
No matter how broad, I own the road.
A disrespectful grille, try to catch that bill.
Full speed up the hill, never
standing still.
Raddest of the rad, driving like a mad.
Of meanest Detroit steel,
breathing through the gills.
A showdown to be, it's the property of me.
I leave 'em
all behind, this track is mine.
I'm dying to perform, it differs from the norm.
No matter
how broad, I own the road.
Dizzy from the fuel, ready for a duel.
Far from all the
fools, white line fever rules.
Mayhem on 4 wheels, can't beat how it feels.
Safety always
last, gotta have a blast.
A showdown to be, it's the property of me.
I leave 'em all
behind, this track is mine.
I'm dying to perform, it differs from the norm.
No matter how
broad, I own the road. |
