Burning Rubber

Em G D A A7 A C Em Tossing turning wheels black tar rubber burning Em G D A A7 A C Em In my review mirror is that my past or my future catching up to me Em G D A A7 A C Em I tried to put my foot down But let the pedal hit the floor just a little bit too hard Em G D A A7 A C Em there were no warning signs this speed would take me out just a little bit too far Em G D A A7 A C Em days fly By Marked Miles blurred On The right Em G D A A7 A C Em Motor Screams Teeth Knashing Breathing Heat With Every Piston Strike Em G D A A7 A C Em cams Turn Like a pig Roasting on a spit Em G D A A7 A C Em needle in the red hope I don’t burn up Burn up before I quit Em G D A A7 A C Em I tried to put my foot down But let the pedal hit the floor just a little bit too hard Em G D A A7 A C Em there were no warning signs this speed would take me out just a little bit too far Em G D A A7 A C