Seekin' 'em here, seek 'em on the highway
Never knowing when he'll appear
All await engines tickin' over
Killer Roy, since he appear
Wheels, I couldn't see him in the flash
of a light
Screams from a streetcar fire as he strikes

* Hell bent, hell bent for leather (2)

Blackest night, faster than a shadow
Throws a flare from a raging sun
An exhibition, superstition
And no one knows from where he comes.
Wheels, self-destruct, cannot take that
to town
Dreams, smashed one by one to the ground


Is it me who tried to prove that they're
That they're blasting, they died as they tried


**, * REPEAT

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