Pedal to the Metal

Appalachian death metal, bluegrass, heavy breakdown, banjo solo

(Verse 1)
Sun blazin' down (hot), asphalt gleamin' hot (hot)
Engines roarin', drivers on edge
Left turn, right turn, all day long they say
But this ain't no carousel, it's a high-octane ballet

(Chorus)
Pedal to the metal, metal to the floor, (hot)
Firing each piston, (hot) faster than before,(hot)
Coil sending sparks, that ignite into flame,
Goin' for the top spot, guts turn into fame,
Cars bumping, rubber pealing asphalt heatin' up
Sometimes after all is done it still is not enough (huh)

(Verse 2)
Helmets strapped tight, hearts beatin' fast
Adrenaline pumpin', a race that can't last
A blur of color, a symphony of sound
As they hurtle around the track, inches off the ground

(Verse 3)
Ballet of brute horsepower, a symphony of speed (hot)
Metal machines clashin', pushin' all the limits
It takes guts, reflexes, a whole lot of crazy (hot)
So strap in tight, things might get a little bit hazy

(Bridge)
The roar of the engines, a primal delight
The smell of burnt rubber, ignites the fight
Crowd on their feet, a wall of sound
Cheering their favorites, as they battle around

(Verse 4)
Ballet of brute horsepower, a symphony of speed (hot)
Metal machines clashin', pushin' the limits indeed (hot)
Rubbin' is racing, (hot) that's the driver's code
Bump and bang it out, on the fast track (hot)

(Outro)
Checkered flag flyin', victory at hand
But the thrill's the real prize, in this high-speed wonderland
Stock car racing, a spectacle to behold (hot)
Where courage and speed, isn't all you need to WIN!

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(Verse 1) Sun blazin' down (hot), asphalt gleamin' hot (hot) Engines roarin', drivers on edge Left turn, right turn, all day long they say But this ain't no carousel, it's a high-octane ballet (Chorus) Pedal to the metal, metal to the floor, (hot) Firing each piston, (hot) faster than before,(hot) Coil sending sparks, that ignite into flame, Goin' for the top spot, guts turn into fame, Cars bumping, rubber pealing asphalt heatin' up Sometimes after all is done it still is not enough (huh) (Verse 2) Helmets strapped tight, hearts beatin' fast Adrenaline pumpin', a race that can't last A blur of color, a symphony of sound As they hurtle around the track, inches off the ground (Chorus) Pedal to the metal, metal to the floor, (hot) Firing each piston, (hot) faster than before,(hot) Coil sending sparks, that ignite into flame, Goin' for the top spot, guts turn into fame, Cars bumping, rubber pealing asphalt heatin' up Sometimes after all is done it still is not enough (huh) (Verse 3) Ballet of brute horsepower, a symphony of speed (hot) Metal machines clashin', pushin' all the limits It takes guts, reflexes, a whole lot of crazy (hot) So strap in tight, things might get a little bit hazy (Bridge) The roar of the engines, a primal delight The smell of burnt rubber, ignites the fight Crowd on their feet, a wall of sound Cheering their favorites, as they battle around (Chorus) Pedal to the metal, metal to the floor, (hot) Firing each piston, (hot) faster than before,(hot) Coil sending sparks, that ignite into flame, Goin' for the top spot, guts turn into fame, Cars bumping, rubber pealing asphalt heatin' up Sometimes after all is done it still is not enough (huh) (Verse 4) Ballet of brute horsepower, a symphony of speed (hot) Metal machines clashin', pushin' the limits indeed (hot) Rubbin' is racing, (hot) that's the driver's code Bump and bang it out, on the fast track (hot) (Outro) Checkered flag flyin', victory at hand But the thrill's the real prize, in this high-speed wonderland Stock car racing, a spectacle to behold (hot) Where courage and speed, isn't all you need to WIN!

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