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Single from the debut album, "Mean Machines". Eight song album releases on March 25, 2022.
lyrics
Lights turn off, shift the gears
All my doubts start to disappear
Fifty-seven laps, here I come
Won’t give up until I’ve won
Engines roar, the racers attack
But I’m stuck here in the middle of the pack
One wrong move, it’s a blur, it’s a flash
Metal-on-metal earth-splitting crash
One hundred forty MPH
Speed and death are on the stage
Gather ‘round, let me be your fireball
I’ll be your fireball
Can’t move left, can’t move right
I panic, I fear, the flames are bright
Body stuck, can’t catch my breath
No escape, I wait for death
Hands on fire, gloves melt
Relaxed, resigned, prepare myself
Twenty-eight seconds, my final day
Visions rise that I might walk away
Hear the speed, feel the pain
RPMs dancing in my brain
Can’t die now, gonna be your fireball
Be your fireball
Running fireball
credits
from
Mean Machines,
released March 25, 2022
Written, arranged, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by Greg Osborne
Greg Osborne: guitars, vocals
Andrew Funke: bass
Mastered by Tyler Watkins at Postal Recording
Album cover designed by Greg Osborne
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