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He's got a car that goes real fast He's got a life, but it won't last Doesn't even look disturbed When his Chevy takes out the curve He's got a deathwish Coming home is a hit or a miss He's got a deathwish In a self-destructive blitz ... Deathwish, by L7 |
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Larry: Red Berlinetta maybe! (IMG:http://www.frrax.com/rrforum/style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif)
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Those lyrics are great, all, thanks for posting!
There are lots of songs about drag racing, but not too many about going around turns. I can think of two more: "Dead Man's Curve" by Jan and Dean? This one is perhaps most applicable to autocross, it talks about "pacing the course"! "The Distance" by Cake Reluctantly crouched at the starting line Engines pumping and thumping in time The green light flashes, the flags go up Churning and burning they yearn for the cup They deftly manuver and muscle for rank Fuels burning fast on an empty tank Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns Their prowess is potent and secretly stern As they speed through the finish, the flags go down The fans get up and they get out of town The arena is empty except for one man Still driving and striving as fast as he can The sun has gone down and the moon has come up Not long ago somebody left with the cup But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns And thinking of someone for who he still burns He's going the distance He's going for speed She's all alone, all alone, all alone in a time of need Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse He's going the distance No trophies, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no lime He's haunted by something he cannot define Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse Assail him and bail him with monster truck force In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade She's hoping in time that her memories will fade 'Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse The sun has gone down and the moon has come up Not long ago somebody left with the cup But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns And thinking of someone for who he still burns 'Cause he's going the distance, He's going for speed She's all alone All alone All alone In a time of need Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse He's racing and pacing and plotting the course He's fighting and biting and ridding on his horse He's going the distance He's going for speed He's going the distance |
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