A high performance demon, at the speed of light.
Screaming through the gears in the middle of the night.
Don’t know where I’m going, high on octane fumes
I ride at the redline, so give me some room.
Speed kills,
it kills you to see me running so free.
Speed kills,
I leave you in the dust, and a memory.
The fast lane is too slow, my eyes see white lines.
My only goal is a low estimated time.
The only speed limit I recognize is a big block V-8 that is opened up wide.
Four speeds and overdrive, nitrous in my veins.
The road appears before my eyes and passes through my brain.
As I scream by you wonder, just who might I be?
The only evidence I leave is just a memory.
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Music and Lyrics by Ron Skeen and Billy Sharp