No fuel injections of batteries To make this motor hum Digest the flesh of a passing guest To make these tire burn
Ahhh ah ahhhhh Speeding in the city Ahhh ah ahhhhh Screaming fills the city
No diesel fuel or high octane Can make this engine crank Just crimson drops of a victim's blood Put's a tiger in its tank
A demonic Y-S rules the streets its search ges on and on One meal trapped beneath its wheel to keep it running wild And if it has you in its headlights just don't be standing still The Blood Motor will be upon you an ornament on its grill
You'll scream as the engine roars and the terror that you'll taste Slowly it will hunt you down it's machine against the human race Speed demon tearing up the asphalt chalk lines in the street Tire tracks on a body's back entrails on the back seat
Shifting into second gear It's time to quench the thirst My fuel gauge points to empty I can't shake this curse
Ahhh Creatures in the city Ahhh Let loose in the city
Death lane and the devil driver Time to pump the blood The elderly in the crosswalk section Time to fill 'er up
Killing time Cross than line And you are mine It's killing time
Wrong way down a one way street Sending bodies into flight Bumpers kissing knee caps Now it's time to say good nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
