Wind it up accelerate it
Another 100 miles in a dead man's shoes
Gasoline I smell it burning
White line fever and the interstate blues
Two lanes that keep on running
Half alive and left for dead
Then you do it all again
Wind it up accelerate it
Wind it up accelerate it
Another 100 miles in a dead man's shoes
Gasoline I smell it burning
White line fever and the interstate blues
Two lanes that keep on running
Half alive and left for dead
Then you do it all again
Wind it up accelerate it