Chroming Rose - Top Fuel lyrics

You throw your machine into gear The engine's ringing in your ears Red-yellow-green light you pop the cluth screaming away Burning rubber as you sneer Seconds click your opponents fears First-second-third-fourth a quarter mile is done – the triumph is yours Top fuel, there is no stop Dragsters racing, what a clug There is no better high The blur of the audience as you fly by Second shaved off my time Blink of an eye – the finish line Black and white – chekered flag Engines stop and reality snaps back Top fuel, there is no stop Dragsters racing, what a clug There is no better high The blur of the audience as you fly by Top fuel, there is no stop Dragsters racing, what a clug There is no better high The blur of the audience as you fly by, as you fly by