RIDE IT
Right to red line
Nerves like nails
On the cams
And off the rails
Past the limits
Of man and steel
Sight distorted
Terror real
Disregard for life and limb
Risk it all to take the win
Checkered flag the only goal
Break my body take my soul and
Ride it
Drive it
Ride it
Till the wheels come off
RIde it
Drive it
Ride it
Never fast enough
Till the wheels come off
Piston tempo
Overload
Tires barely
Grip the road
Bury the needle
Mat that pedal
Cheating death
Or twisted metal
Every corner like my last
Perfect apex wicked fast
White hot engine ride the line
See the win make it mine and
Ride it
Drive it
Ride it
Till the wheels come off
Ride it
Drive it
Ride it
Never fast enough
Till the wheels come off
The End Machine - Ride It Lyrics
The End Machine - Ride It Lyrics
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RIDE IT
Right to red line
Nerves like nails
On the cams
And off the rails
Past the limits
Of man and steel
Sight distorted
Terror real
Disregard for life and limb
Risk it all to take the win
Checkered flag the only goal
Break my body take my soul and
Ride it
Drive it
Ride it
Till the wheels come off
RIde it
Drive it
Ride it
Never fast enough
Till the wheels come off
Piston tempo
Overload
Tires barely
Grip the road
Bury the needle
Mat that pedal
Cheating death
Or twisted metal
Every corner like my last
Perfect apex wicked fast
White hot engine ride the line
See the win make it mine and
Ride it
Drive it
Ride it
Till the wheels come off
Ride it
Drive it
Ride it
Never fast enough
Till the wheels come off
Right to red line
Nerves like nails
On the cams
And off the rails
Past the limits
Of man and steel
Sight distorted
Terror real
Disregard for life and limb
Risk it all to take the win
Checkered flag the only goal
Break my body take my soul and
Ride it
Drive it
Ride it
Till the wheels come off
RIde it
Drive it
Ride it
Never fast enough
Till the wheels come off
Piston tempo
Overload
Tires barely
Grip the road
Bury the needle
Mat that pedal
Cheating death
Or twisted metal
Every corner like my last
Perfect apex wicked fast
White hot engine ride the line
See the win make it mine and
Ride it
Drive it
Ride it
Till the wheels come off
Ride it
Drive it
Ride it
Never fast enough
Till the wheels come off
Writer: George Lynch, Jeff Pilson, Robert Mason
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC