Emma Salokoski

Let the dust settle, step on the pedal
See the sun set but I'm, never gonna settle
For less than three hundred miles an hour in the chest
Burn the track, this is only a test

I'm the leader of the pack
My is that...
Number one is no Mathias rap
Don't try this at home little brother
Been doing it for years tearing up the rubber

There's thunder on the race track, fire in the sky
Anticipation and sweat in your eye
We letting it fly now, get up from your seat
Pumping up adrenaline and feeling the heat

Back in the pits the girls celebrate
Who the man? Straight to the getaway van
Never made plans, hands where the game is
Hear the people scream tell them what my name is

Coconut grove, one hell of a heat
Late roam to a party down Melbourne Street
There's five lanes, five bad brothers
Gonna migrate on your highway
Runners of gaming, at nine AM to the pavement
I'm on the new town by noon
The road is the one room I've ever paid rent for

(line needs to be added)They play ez rock but I was set for

The soul purpose to rock you damn ready
To keep the hand steady and speed if I gotta go
Fast to a blond Betty in the junction

In the back section the girls all celebrate
Who the man?Straight to the getaway van
Never made plans, hands where the game is
Hear the people scream, tell them what my name is

Chorus x 2
Charismatic Johnson blew the bar
One, two, three, four, get in the car
Charismatic Johnson blew the bar
One, two, three, four, get in the car

I'm in the front row, front seat, last call
Asphalt on goodyear would gear my fast fall
People equal name with fame and
Speed with greed, slow down in the fast lane

Rubber and flesh, another turn missed
Blowing a kiss, paramedics on the scene
Brown skin ladies and the champagne flowin'
Towns swing to the music and it feels like a dream

Here here to the race and the strong competition
Put the drinks on me, the wrong kind of mission
But it's never gonna stop me enjoying the thrill
godspeed, car speed and kill

Back in the pits, the girls all celebrate
Who the man? Straight to the getaway van
Never made plans, hands where the game is
Hear the people scream, tell them what my name is

Chorus x 2

Flute solo: Anthem of Mayhem

Chorus x 2

It's getting louder than an earthquake, the fabulous four
About to crack it, and hammer down as never before
My leather jacket feel the force of my two wheel monster
T-bone? Never, the damage is constant

'Cause I'm front door to the Ginmill with a sponsor on my lip
An ounce or more, I hit the floor and bounce her on my hip
Announce a war, I tip the missus, roll away from the cherry tops
Dirty side down in the rain, another heavy shock

Intro

Saw a man in the street with his fist in the air
Treading along with a quiet limp and a mystery glare
This could be fair he insisted in a whisper and stared me down
As I passed him, asked him if they missed him and cared

Eyes suspicious, used to being attacked on
The smell of liquor in his breath, he had pride in his backbone
Said i'm just an old man with his life in a shopping cart
This dog is my family and I sleep in the park

But I wasn't always like this, never thought i'd fall this deep
All mystique is long gone, i'm in a hole and my call is weak
But the people just don't listen to a bum they all mistreat
And it's not easy to climb out when the wall is steep

Chorus

My mind is spoken
My mind is broken
My mind's been open for too long

Verse 1

There's a light inside still glowing in the kitchen
You walk down the stairs, turn life into fiction
That intersection could be the last turn
And the way you keep beating your heart on fast burn is

Fatal, unable to find the right label
For the sudden disappearance of familiar road maps
You got a video-phone-fax and everything you need
But can't hide the truth under a table

So you proceed to the street and find yourself alone
In the freezing cold, under your feet is
The crackling ice that makes time disappear
Let your eyelids fall, is blindness a fear?

Quiet as the sheer heavy weight that leaves a long shadow
When you're battling back to where you started
The cold hot on your heels appeals to the real sense
You got little that needs to be guarded

So keep that thought and your wheel in motion
All the mirrors are gone, you feel the motion of
The past getting closer, infinite on this tape
Minute by minute, give it my limit and escape...