You throw your machine into gear The engine's ringing in your ears Red-yellow-green light you pop the clutch screaming away
Burning rubber as you sneer Seconds click your opponents fears First-second-third-fourth a quarter mile is done – the triumph is yours
Top fuel, there is no stop Dragsters racing, what a drug There is no better high The blur of the audience as you fly by
Second shaved off my time Blink of an eye – the finish line Black and white – checkered flag Engines stop and reality snaps back
Top fuel, there is no stop Dragsters racing, what a drug There is no better high The blur of the audience as you fly by
Top fuel, there is no stop Dragsters racing, what a drug There is no better high The blur of the audience as you fly by, as you fly byTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
