Letras
Grinding through the wastelands far
A jet black V8 interceptor
A tattered leather jacket a shattered past
A man just fighting for a tank of gas
Once sane now driving mad
Once a husband and loving dad
A leather clad cop with a bronze badge
But he lost it all in a burning rubber flash
He's mad mad!
Mad max!
Ever since he lost his son and wife
It's been a constant fight for life
Just trying to survive
On the harsh roads he drive
A wasteland warrior riding hard
A dog his gun his war torn car
You're sure to die if you meet him on the road
Ask the Toecutter the Toecutter knows
He's mad mad!
Mad max!