The need for speed.

I turn your key
And you become life
As your blood, of liquid gold, flows through your veins
And your injected heart throbs with mine.

Down at the restaurant it's only the best for you,
The finest unleaded,
Nothing else will do.

5 cylinders,
Twenty valves,
And a turbo too.
Makes you a dream come true.

Others are high on H or E's,
But I've no time for them,
I'm high on speed
And you are my rush.

Smoking wheels on blood stained highway
Keeps me burning on my course,
Round choking juggernauts that clutter my way,
Their bodies so huge,
Their drivers so small.

I have no stereo, going thud thud thud.
Squealing tyres on tight bends
Is all the music I need.

Hot hatch comes into view,
Illuminated by the golden streetlights.
Accelerator goes down,
Turbo kicks in,
Wheels spin.
And he's just a fading image in my rear view mirror,
All he can see are my tail lights,
As the fumes pouring off my burning wheels consumes him.

Blue light flashing,
Siren wailing,
They're after me.
He's got Blue Light fever
And is determined to destroy me.

To him, I'm a red rag
And he a bull.
To me, he's a plaything.
I tease him and let him come close,
Then tap the go pedal,
Leaving him wishing, on his whistle, for a car with power to match mine.
He knows he can't win,
He's tried before.
But still he comes for more.

When he's raging like a demented demon from the devil's grave,
I open your throttle,
And we melt into the darkness.
And beyond.