Mirrored reflections in your frames Your tack is racing 10-40 weight runs in your veins Your heart is pacing Pushing to the edge Cut air like a wedge
Racing the white line Motorman Speed is your lifeline Motorman, man man
In a snap he bolts away Screaming steam roller Mind and machine they're one the same Throttle rolls over Roaring pass the crowd Leaves them in a cloud
Racing the white line Motorman Into the nighttime Motorman, man Speed is his lifeline Motorman Push pass the redline Motorman, man
Hour to hour He scowers the plains Split second cruiser Hydraulics run in his veins Flesh into fiber Clipping the air Gears cam and pistons wind in to a
Race for the white line Motorman Into the nighttime Motorman, man Speed is his lifeline Motorman Racing the white line Motorman, man, man, man
