Built for Speed - Psychosomatic

Out on the run, ripping down the road

My treads are burning up in the heat

Suicide ride flying deep at ninety five

Cause, I know you ain’t talking to me

Get on the fast lane if you wanna tempt fate

See me coming up on your ass

Clip in the gun, I call it fun

As long as you can afford the gas

I wanna see, give it to me

Gotta rendezvous at the crossroads

Hopefully King Louie will now strike us a deal

We all gotta bleed when we finally ink the deed

With a ballpoint made out of steel

Stomping on the gas pedal

Rocking out to Black Metal

Grinding gears across the state line

Clip in the gun, I call it fun

As long as w don’t run out of time

Breath, give it to m

We’re all built for speed

Bring it to me… now