
Feel the pistons pound
Heels sitting low
Six inches from the ground
Tail pipes aglow
Feel the pistons pound
Wind in the face
With leather all around
Setting the pace
Feel the pistons pound
Throttle pulled back
An almost perfect sound
Chasing the sun
Feel the pistons pound
Blacktop goes by
And makes an eerie sound
Lips cracked and dry
Feel the pistons pound
Hairpin ahead
It's time to gear it down
Sun turning red
Feel the pistons pound
Night creatures drone
Sleeping bag on the ground
Spent to the bone
Feel the pistons pound
Morning birds warn
No time to wait around
New day is born
Feel the pistons pound
Dry weeds tumble
Across the shifting ground
Tail pipes rumble
Feel the pistons pound
Road stretches out
An inner peace is found
No time for doubt
Feel the pistons pound
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