Fuel Injected Suicide Machine
Heavy metal soul with a V8 heart
A classic slab of muscle with a trunk of spare parts
Kickstart my heart, then tear it apart
Unexpected speed will push the needle off the charts
Adrenaline rush while all the gauges rise
White knuckle tight beneath anticipant eyes
Fugue state annihilates all the binding ties
Drop the clutch, hit the gas and show 'em how to fly
(Double timer) Raising hell
(Light the primer) praising Dale
Tradin' paint and spitting flame until we all derail
(Need for speed) Suicidal
('Til we bleed) Red disciple
Kamikaze on the highway
Give me a reason to slow down
Give me a reason to turn back around
See the fire burn against the night sky
You'll never get to know the reason why
Inertia keeps you moving even after hope is lost
Tank is running empty when the finish line is crossed
All the wasted life is being lost in the exhaust
Now eat some lead and ponder what the judgement will cost
So strap into your Detroit casket and then drive astray
Away from all the troubles, away from all the pain
Oil burning, temps are rising, put it on display
Apoplectic rage consuming, throw it all away
Give me a reason to slow down
Give me a reason to turn back around
See the fire burn against the night sky
You'll never get to know the reason why
Give me a reason to slow down
Give me a reason to turn back around
See the fire burn against the night sky
You'll never get to know the reason why
A classic slab of muscle with a trunk of spare parts
Kickstart my heart, then tear it apart
Unexpected speed will push the needle off the charts
Adrenaline rush while all the gauges rise
White knuckle tight beneath anticipant eyes
Fugue state annihilates all the binding ties
Drop the clutch, hit the gas and show 'em how to fly
(Double timer) Raising hell
(Light the primer) praising Dale
Tradin' paint and spitting flame until we all derail
(Need for speed) Suicidal
('Til we bleed) Red disciple
Kamikaze on the highway
Give me a reason to slow down
Give me a reason to turn back around
See the fire burn against the night sky
You'll never get to know the reason why
Inertia keeps you moving even after hope is lost
Tank is running empty when the finish line is crossed
All the wasted life is being lost in the exhaust
Now eat some lead and ponder what the judgement will cost
So strap into your Detroit casket and then drive astray
Away from all the troubles, away from all the pain
Oil burning, temps are rising, put it on display
Apoplectic rage consuming, throw it all away
Give me a reason to slow down
Give me a reason to turn back around
See the fire burn against the night sky
You'll never get to know the reason why
Give me a reason to slow down
Give me a reason to turn back around
See the fire burn against the night sky
You'll never get to know the reason why
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hill
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