Race with the sky I gotta go Somethings will never do I come alive at the red line With wind swept eyes It starts coming through
Because I gotta go In that helldorado
She says Be sure to calm me down When I chamber this round Cradle my gun like a delicate sound Wish I could stop all this runnin' around
But she can never slow In that helldorado
But she can never slow In that helldorado
No one will ever know (White knuckle grip and soft compound) 'Cause we all gotta go (Keep us up for another round) In that helldorado (Watch the high side on that bend) Yeah we all gotta go ('Cause some things broken never mend) Yeah we all gotta go (No one will ever know) In that helldorado
