The heat shimmers on the asphalt plain
Smell of gasoline and a prayer for rain
Got a hurricane brewing in my brain
A kind of pleasure that's close to pain
Three, two, one, the needle shakes
No room for any cheap mistakes
Tearing down whatever it takes
For heaven's sakes
Red line fever, burning bright
Racing the devil in the pale moonlight
Gasoline is my holy water tonight
One wrong move, but it feels so right
Feels so right
Yeah, it feels so right
Come on!
The engine screams a prophecy
Of who I am and who I'll be
A beautiful catastrophe
For all the world to see
Red line fever, burning bright
Racing the devil in the pale moonlight
Gasoline is my holy water tonight
One wrong move, but it feels so right