The road demon sees Spinning last four speeds Says let's roll Inner state, time to go King of the mountain screams Pedal down, seven three Driver rolled
With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound He pulls the spitting high tension wires down Helpless people on a subway train Scream bug-eyed as he looks
Ride taken its toll Non believers gather for On a slow motion high road Off course they go Lord of the motor rise Static shinning televised Hundred years
Right by a satellite We went out of control A hundred feet in front of me Back up we go A week's like a time spent leaving it alone Ya can't get there
Man made way unknown, change course, back to home From the scope they saw a shine like that close behind By now the controller knew, full power chased
knew Can you see by the tracks left? Dust settles slow So we all bow down Pigeon toe Can you see by the tracks left? Dust settles slow So we all bow
A eye pleaser twenty years ago To this day I still think so Type two in a door, seat three And all with the greatest of ease I couldn't see a damn thing
The road demon sees... spinnin last.. four speeds Convoy says lets roll! Innerstate... time to go! King of the mountain screams... pedal down.. seven
Bản dịch: ManChu, Fu. Eatin' Dust.
