[Intro: Revving engine sound transitioning into a squealing electric guitar riff] [Drums: Pounding, fast-paced tom beat like Steven Adler] [Vocals: Gritty, high-register wail like Axl Rose] [Verse 1] Midnight on the canyon, asphalt cold and black Got the title in my pocket, ain't no turning back A shadow pulls beside me, no headlights on the grill A pitch-black classic Viper sitting deathly still The driver doesn't look at me, a hood pulled past his eyes He points down toward the valley where the jagged pavement lies. [Pre-Chorus] [Rhythm speeds up, chugging guitars] He flashes me a pink slip, it's older than the dust Written in a crimson ink, smelling like the rust I nod my head and drop the clutch, rubber starts to burn I'm taking all he has to give on every single turn! [Chorus] [Explosive, arena-rock energy] I’m pushing past the redline, burning up the night! Got the pedal to the metal, gripping on so tight! It’s a viper in the rearview, breathing down my neck I’m gonna take his title in a twisted metal wreck! [Verse 2] [Vocals: More frantic, slightly out of breath] We’re flirting with the gravel, tires screaming out in pain I swear he’s barely steering, floating like the rain I glance into the mirror, there’s no driver in the seat Just a hollow, laughing echo bouncing off the heat. But I got the inside corner, I'm pulling to the lead I guess the legend wasn't ready for my kind of speed! [Guitar Solo] [Frenetic, screaming dual-guitar harmony like Slash and Joe Perry, lasting 8 bars, building intense anxiety] [Bridge] [Bass and drums only, driving hard] [Vocals: Low, raspy spoken word] The finish line is coming, the cliff drop on the right. I cross the line a bumper first, I won the race tonight. I throw my hands up to the roof, I let a victory yell... But the brake pedal goes to the floor... soft as velvet hell. [Chorus] [Full band hits with maximum distortion] I’m pushing past the redline, burning up the night! Got the pedal to the metal, gripping on so tight! It’s a viper in the rearview, breathing down my neck! I’m gonna take his title in a twisted metal wreck! [Outro] [Music starts spiraling out of control, mimicking a falling car] [Vocals: Screaming, echoing] He didn't want my pink slip... He didn't want my car! The contract was my mortal soul, written in the stars! I'm going over! He collects the prize! [Massive crash of cymbals and distorted guitar feedback, fading into the sound of a ticking engine block]
