1320

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 

A 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 



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