Lyrics
Yeah
Red, the color of the lines, the road
225, the fearless explode
Who burns rubber, yeah, from coast-to-coast?
Supernova, yeah, get burned like toast
Gasoline blood in their fire veins
Hong Kong flu rides the soul train
Concrete breakfast, star-struck fame
First place killer, the man with no name
Machine shop rodeo, the scrap pile boss
You're the one who's gonna learn about loss
Eyes on the road, their souls in the gutter
Burn up the street just like the toe cutter
Don't be foolish and don't go insane
Dead man's curve, ride the inside lane
Concrete breakfast, star-struck fame
First place killer (killer)
Car crash, car crash
Car crash, car crash
Car crash, car crash
Car crash, car crash