Riverside, Monza, Watkins Glen
Slip stream, oil slick, red line, tail spin

Everything's a blur on the Mulsanne straight
More than real, your life on a plate

Push it to the limit, stay out of the pit
Checker flag, day dream, white knuckle grip

One with the car, drivin' the groove
Lead foot, steel eyed, high on fumes
Faster than the rest, brush with death
The world fades away on the lonely back stretch

Pushing high G's on Curva Parabolica
The engine screams in the wind and rain

Hot an' fatigued, goggles cracked
Red flag waiving, tragedy at Brands Hatch

Grand Prix racing, Formula One
Double clutch, down shift, till you're numb

You could have won, but you blew a tyre
On your high performance funeral pyre

One with the car, drivin' the groove
Lead foot, steel eyed, high on fumes
Faster than the rest, a friend of death
The world recedes on the lonely back stretch