Death Race To Hell
The Devil needs a soul that's polluted with sin
Do you have what it takes in order to win
Only the unholy get to claim the throne
All the others call damnation their home
Fast, nobody can beat your ride
Especially when you kick it into overdrive
Loud, like a screaming banshee
Now you're burning up at ten thousand degrees
It's The Death Race To Hell
You gotta move it, move it, move it faster
Before you lose yourself
And just remember one thing
The winner takes all
The winner claims everything
Pedal to the metal as you race down the track
Close to victory, there's no turning back
Speeding so fast that your skin starts to melt
Speeding so fast down the highway to hell
Fast, nobody can beat your ride
Especially when you kick it into overdrive
Loud, like a screaming banshee
Now you're burning up at ten thousand degrees
Knock all the contenders out of the race
Make sure that you come out in first place
Mama didn't raise no loser did she
When you cross that line you rule the flaming sea
Leave the ragged racers behind in the dust
In this game death is an absolute must
Only the unholy get to claim the throne
Everyone else calls damnation their home
Fast, nobody can beat your ride
Especially when you kick it into overdrive
Loud, like a screaming banshee
Now you're burning up at ten thousand degrees
It's The Death Race To Hell
You gotta move it, move it, move it faster
Before you lose yourself
And just remember one thing
The winner takes all
The winner claims everything
Do you have what it takes in order to win
Only the unholy get to claim the throne
All the others call damnation their home
Fast, nobody can beat your ride
Especially when you kick it into overdrive
Loud, like a screaming banshee
Now you're burning up at ten thousand degrees
It's The Death Race To Hell
You gotta move it, move it, move it faster
Before you lose yourself
And just remember one thing
The winner takes all
The winner claims everything
Pedal to the metal as you race down the track
Close to victory, there's no turning back
Speeding so fast that your skin starts to melt
Speeding so fast down the highway to hell
Fast, nobody can beat your ride
Especially when you kick it into overdrive
Loud, like a screaming banshee
Now you're burning up at ten thousand degrees
Knock all the contenders out of the race
Make sure that you come out in first place
Mama didn't raise no loser did she
When you cross that line you rule the flaming sea
Leave the ragged racers behind in the dust
In this game death is an absolute must
Only the unholy get to claim the throne
Everyone else calls damnation their home
Fast, nobody can beat your ride
Especially when you kick it into overdrive
Loud, like a screaming banshee
Now you're burning up at ten thousand degrees
It's The Death Race To Hell
You gotta move it, move it, move it faster
Before you lose yourself
And just remember one thing
The winner takes all
The winner claims everything
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremiah Mink
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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