1,320

Grinding my teeth, white knuckles grasp at the wheel
I rush from an avalanche of adrenaline; it's all that I feel
As quick as a bolt of lightning, a rocket ride in a bucket seat
It doesn't get any better than this; it just feeds my need for speed

Supercharged, strapped in and screaming
Fire spitting from the pipes
burnout by the flame throwing fury
8,000 horses ignite
Full throttle, hit the ground running
With a tank full of nitro
And its 1,320' to go to the finish line

Solo - Chris

My hands hold tight, a fire breathing stampede
I fall into a trance, hold my breath till the light turns green
In a cloud of nitro methane, melting rubber, I say my prayers
Man and machine accelerate and I vanish in thin air

Chorus

Solo - Dave
Solo - Chris
Solo - Dave
Solo - Chris
Solo - Dave
Solo - Chris