Grinding my teeth, white knuckles grasp at the wheel [bad word] 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
burnout by the flame throwing fury
8,000 horses ignite
Full throttle, hit the [bad word] 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, [bad word]  I say my prayers
Man and machine accelerate and I vanish in thin air
 [bad word] 
Solo - Dave
Solo - Chris
Solo - Dave
Solo - Chris
Solo - Dave
Solo - Chris