We're hot in seven mikes, I can feel my pulse racing I'm high on diesel fumes, Ethanol halucinations We've got a gasoline Destiny calling us And we're equipped to fight So give us a reason He's got hardened eyes, His fourth deployment Sometimes it's like He kills for pure enjoyment He never stops to ask Himself the question "What am I doing here?" We've got a will and We're willing to die for it And we're equipped to fight So give us a reason Left, right - and black out The lights We stand for Street metal might Fists clenched and twists Of the knife We live for Street mettle Some call it destiny, This is all that's left for me Storm your town on metal steed, Slit your throat and Watch you bleed We've got a gasoline Destiny taunting us And we're equipped to fight So give us a reason tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
