Seekin' 'em here, seek 'em on the highway
Never knowing when he'll appear
All await engines tickin' over
Killer Roy, since he appear
Wheels, I couldn't see him in the flash of a light
Screams from a streetcar fire as he strikes

Hell bent, hell bent for leather

Blackest night, faster than a shadow
Throws a flare from a raging sun
An exhibition, superstition
And no one knows from where he comes
Wheels, self-destruct, cannot take that to town
Dreams, smashed one by one to the ground

Is it me who tried to prove that they're faster
That they're blasting, they died as they tried

Writer : TIPTON, GLENN RAYMOND
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing