Testo di Suicide Shift

Yeah, this is my last grace I've got to make it, I've got to make it count I'm out front and lost Screamin' around the turn I'm out front and lost I slam it into third Their getting close The tires start to burn Yeah, I'm out front and lost The eight ball clutch, the eight ball clutch in hand The engine whines, wants to blow No way I'll let it go Engine cries, wants to blow A secret takes my fate No way I'll lose A secret takes my faith I've got four miles and three years to go Yeah, and I got flames, flickin' To reach you, burns here on my face I got flames kissing the gas tank It's my last race The tire splits open, four my wheels The tire cracks open, the road wants me to win Something on the radio Yeah, she wants me to win I finger the switch Oh, pour the nitrous tank Yeah, I explode over the finish line Out front... I've lost... I've thrown it all away They'll make my grave under the finish line And they'll mark my grave all under the finish line