Going Sideways - G.B.H.

Tapes up the hammer comes down

Engines roar it’s a beautiful sound

Throttle open five hundred cc’s

Flyin' by on a methanol breeze

You’re racing ahead of me

I’m just tryin' to stay in control

I’m going sideways

Till the flag comes down

Two wheels no brakes

Hell for leather whatever it takes

To the grass roots I subscribe

Dig in deep and get some drive

All the smells all the sounds

Everybody going round and round

Two types of riders that you get

Those who have fallen

And those who haven’t fallen… Yet

Foot down the steel slides

Stay tight don’t go too wide

The hard work never ends

Fighting gravity round the bends