Once upon a time
I was down to Crete
I was killing flies
Watching tourist chicks
Then some of the guys
Had a fancy thought
''We should spend the night
Breathing NASCAR smoke''
I got on my car
Wear my seatbelt on
Ties smell in the air
Dressed a drifted road
As our racing starts
I keep gassing on
Road was burning fast
I still had control
Little meter back
Of a killing swing
Quick roll of the helm
Hit was near miss
I stay on the speedway
Wheel starts drift away
Couldn't gain back control
Think I m gonna sway
I stay on the ground
But I loose the lane
Full run over grass
Heady speed parade
Sudden, out of nowhere
Dart a parked white van
Couldn't find the break
''Time is running... F*ck!