اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Oh, out into the races
Oh, out into the cold
Where the cars look like bad belly dancers
They try to get a hold of me
But I move to the side
Back and forth between I glide
Using moves they've never seen
In my metal death machine
Relaxing later in my seat
Warming myself with the heat
I remember previous mistakes
I become the thing I hate
I got time to waste
I got my own blue place
You can keep your flutes and snakes
More metal saves
Protect protect myself
A suit of armor for my health
A nut in a nutshell of metal
Everyone else is expendable I guess
They are buried in my pedals
Now I'm moving to the side
Back and forth between I glide
Using moves they've never seen
I drive my metal death machine
