Death Race

[Tim Owens, John Comprix] Driving fast along the shoreline Kicked into gear with speeds that kill All's a blur I'm going so fast I don't know if I will survive Hold on you need to set the pace With breakneck speeds They call this a death race whoa whoa whoa Foot to the floor there is no breakinA will to win that's what you need You have no friends you'll just keep fakinYou just keep raging until the end Hold on you need to set the pace With breakneck speeds they call this a death race Down the stretch there's no time to rest He tries to pass it will be his last With one last turn he takes a deep breath For this will be his last race of death yeah of death You got to hold on you need to set the pace With breakneck speeds they call this a death race