Red Eye

It's hard to play cool

When you're being chased by a speeding pack of mechanical dogs

You put your chin down, foot down, hammer down through the finish

Second place is the first dead meat

Of the racing hog

On the line he's coverin, in this alphabet soup

White knucklin the wheel, lookin through one red eye

By your leave, as he cooks

From the rear and on the fly

Right on by

Mr racer chaser, slick and tricky

Mr fake em high and swingin low

Tell us how you reach down for the take down

Where do you find them guts

The spirit to take this win, con mucho machismo

On the line he's coverin, in this alphabet soup

White knucklin the wheel, lookin through one red eye

By your leave, as he cooks

From the rear and on the fly

Right on by

Uh oh, the 1 got loose

Comin around the bend

The 2 is passin with ease

The 3 for the win

On the line he's coverin, in this alphabet soup

White knucklin the wheel, lookin through one red eye

By your leave, as he cooks

From the rear and on the fly

Right on by

We teach, speed kills, winning hooks

We teach, speed kills, winning hooks