I'm on a midnight death trip I'm on a mission From God A stolen car and death wish To Hell In Highway 1 Four the the floor, 'hundred miles per hour I'm gonna fly, 'til the tyres can't fly no more! C'mon! I've got my blues, gonna make a racket Nothing to lose but this straitjacket, on too tight I'm alive! As the wind comes off the ocean And my hair is combed just right I'm a stolen locomotion Straight outta nineteen sixty five So pass the bottle, one hundred miles per hour {?} I'm gonna fly, til the tyres can't fly no more! C'mon! I've got my friends and a shotgun jacket{?} Nothing to lose, gotta live it out {Up?} until i die I'm alive! Whoo! Well I'm alive before the supper {?} And I'm gonna smash this glass just right {?} So give me one good dose of thunder Before I fall on my ass tonight Four to the floor, 'hundred miles per hour I'm gonna fly, 'til the tyres can't fly no more C'mon! I've got my blues, gonna make a racket Nothing to lose but this straitjacket, on too tight I'm alive! C'mon! Hahah