[Intro: Fire-breathing speed-metal male lead, galloping double-kick drums, razor guitar riff] Devil's Hill, October, the whole east side out Twenty homemade racers and a lot of mouth [Verse 1: Fire-breathing speed-metal male lead, hard sung lines over galloping double-kick drums] Plywood and duct tape, bike wheels and glue The kid up on Ridge got a shell that his uncle drew Carbon and chrome and a helmet that glows He been winning since diapers and everybody knows Me and Dante found a tub in a house on the hill Cast iron with feet like a lion at the sill Took four of our cousins and a dolly and a prayer Got it out to the street and the street stopped to stare [Pre-Hook: Fire-breathing speed-metal male lead, riff climbing] Shopping-cart wheels on the clawfoot paws Van steering wheel where the faucet was [Hook: Fire-breathing speed-metal male lead, full band, galloping double-kick drums] Heavy metal, rolling down Devil's Hill Three hundred pounds and it's picking up still Laugh at the tub when it leaves the line Heavy metal, and the bottom is mine [Verse 2: Fire-breathing speed-metal male lead, faster, razor guitar riffs] Took four kids pushing just to get us to crawl Whole hill laughing like we came to the mall Ridge kid gone in a whistle and a blur I'm in a bathtub saying sir, yes sir But a tub don't care about your carbon and your wing Gravity's a bully and it likes a heavy thing By the church we was doing thirty-one By the bakery the bakery was done [Pre-Hook: Fire-breathing speed-metal male lead, riff climbing] Shopping-cart wheels on the clawfoot paws Van steering wheel where the faucet was [Hook: Fire-breathing speed-metal male lead, full band, galloping double-kick drums] Heavy metal, rolling down Devil's Hill Three hundred pounds and it's picking up still Laugh at the tub when it leaves the line Heavy metal, and the bottom is mine [Bridge: Fire-breathing speed-metal male lead, second guitar harmony enters a third above the riff, both racing] Passed the Ridge kid at the hydrant on Pine Saw his face in the chrome as we came through the sign Forty miles an hour in a thing you wash in Hay bales at the bottom, we went straight through 'em grinning [Final Hook: Fire-breathing speed-metal male lead, twin guitars racing, galloping double-kick drums, full-throated] Heavy metal, rolling down Devil's Hill Three hundred pounds and it's picking up still Laugh at the tub when it leaves the line Heavy metal, and the bottom is mine [End]
