Fred Maher - Foot on the Gas lyrics

Think you're gonna go I don't want to know 'Cause I taste disaster That is what I'm after It's like fuel, like when my foot is on the gas Dead inside, she said Nothing can open me now, but at the same time Look at me, I'm sailing Foot on the gas on the West Side Highway Hand inside, hand inside If that ride could last forever I'd need nothing else We're on our way Back to NJ With your head stained red Just like our bed If that ride could last forever I'd need nothing else Foot on the gas on the West Side Highway Hand inside, hand inside If that ride could last forever I'd need nothing else