Benzedrine Dragsterboy

Benzedrine Dragsterboy

He swallows down his bennies, clenched fists on the steering wheel.
He’s never felt this ready, his third eye, FIXED ON THE TARMAC
Born to ride, never lived to lose, takes a final sip of booze.
Shift his gear now the action is go,
Fuck all them, SOCALLED PROS.

BURN OUT, FLAG DOWN, DOWN THIS ROAD!
BURN OUT, FLAG DOWN, THIS LIFE HE CHOSE!
BURN OUT, FLAG DOWN, DOWN THIS ROAD!
BURN OUT, FLAG DOWN, THIS LIFE HE CHOSE!
BENZEDRINE DRAGSTERBOY!

Now he drives even faster, machine and boy are becoming one.
Seeing red, praying on the high speed demon, for his life and sins to come.
Tosses a glance in the rear-view-mirror and sees the point of no return.
Smashing the brake and gritting his teeth, smelling his fucking  SOUL BURN

BURN OUT, FLAG DOWN, DOWN THIS ROAD!
BURN OUT, FLAG DOWN, THIS LIFE HE CHOSE!
BURN OUT, FLAG DOWN, DOWN THIS ROAD!
BURN OUT, FLAG DOWN, THIS LIFE HE CHOSE!
BENZEDRINE DRAGSTERBOY!

BENZEDRINE DRAGSTERBOY!

 

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