Sunday morning start the engine, pull the trigger, be the bullet on the
street Rounds per minute never ending, never think of it, always feel
the heat Kick the clutch over to the next gear, the pedal hits harder
to the ground Burn up the gasoline, losing all fear The adrenaline
goes all around Big car, big wheels, big sound – bullshit - You will
never win - Big pipe, big track, big dreams – bullshit - Always be the
wimp Evil eyes and giant spoiler on the top, nothing can you ever stop
Drive fast and please die young, smash yourself into a
drive-in-restaurant chorus I don’t think OCG’s very intelligent, do
you? chorus Now your boneshaker’s laying at the dump, will never be
along the highway Your miserable life’s getting a hard bump and now you
always have to stay Start up, drive up, pull up…lose - stop