ᗩᘻᗩᘉᕲᗩᘿᘻᓍ᙭ᓰᖶᗩ - Ghostly Drag Strip (Original)

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(Verse 1)
The engine roars inside the midnight fog so deep
While all the good folks in the valley are asleep
I step my leather boots onto the rusted floor
And slam the heavy metal on the driver's door
The dashboard lighting up a spooky crimson glow
(Chorus)
And we are racing down the ghostly drag strip line
A retro nightmare from a dark, forgotten time
The tires scream a heavy gothic rockabilly beat
With phantom headlights cutting through the summer heat
Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s go
(Verse 2)
You’re sitting shotgun with a wicked, frozen smile
We haven’t passed a living soul for ninety mile
The rearview mirror shows a cloud of static gray
A dozen phantoms chasing us along the way
But they can’t catch a Chevy running on despair
(Chorus)
And we are racing down the ghostly drag strip line
A retro nightmare from a dark, forgotten time
The tires scream a heavy gothic rockabilly beat
With phantom headlights cutting through the summer heat
Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s go
(Verse 3)
The radio is picking up a haunted sound
A dusty record spinning deep beneath the ground
The saxophones are wailing like a dying train
And mixing with the rhythm of the blacktop rain
We’re going way too fast to ever make it back
(Chorus)
And we are racing down the ghostly drag strip line
A retro nightmare from a dark, forgotten time
The tires scream a heavy gothic rockabilly beat
With phantom headlights cutting through the summer heat
Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s go
(Verse 4)
The needle on the speedometer is passing red
A dangerous obsession with the things long dead
You check your bright red lipstick in the visor glass
And laugh about the mortal lives we left in mass
Two teenage rebels locked inside an iron tomb
(Chorus)
And we are racing down the ghostly drag strip line
A retro nightmare from a dark, forgotten time
The tires scream a heavy gothic rockabilly beat
With phantom headlights cutting through the summer heat
Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s go
(Verse 5)
The road is ending at the edge of Devil’s Peak
But neither one of us has got a heart that’s weak
We’ll fly right off the cliff into the starry night
And disappear forever out of mortal sight
Still spinning vinyl on a highway in the sky
(Chorus)
And we are racing down the ghostly drag strip line
A retro nightmare from a dark, forgotten time
The tires scream a heavy gothic rockabilly beat
With phantom headlights cutting through the summer heat
Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s go

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(Verse 1) The engine roars inside the midnight fog so deep While all the good folks in the valley are asleep I step my leather boots onto the rusted floor And slam the heavy metal on the driver's door The dashboard lighting up a spooky crimson glow (Chorus) And we are racing down the ghostly drag strip line A retro nightmare from a dark, forgotten time The tires scream a heavy gothic rockabilly beat With phantom headlights cutting through the summer heat Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s go (Verse 2) You’re sitting shotgun with a wicked, frozen smile We haven’t passed a living soul for ninety mile The rearview mirror shows a cloud of static gray A dozen phantoms chasing us along the way But they can’t catch a Chevy running on despair (Chorus) And we are racing down the ghostly drag strip line A retro nightmare from a dark, forgotten time The tires scream a heavy gothic rockabilly beat With phantom headlights cutting through the summer heat Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s go (Verse 3) The radio is picking up a haunted sound A dusty record spinning deep beneath the ground The saxophones are wailing like a dying train And mixing with the rhythm of the blacktop rain We’re going way too fast to ever make it back (Chorus) And we are racing down the ghostly drag strip line A retro nightmare from a dark, forgotten time The tires scream a heavy gothic rockabilly beat With phantom headlights cutting through the summer heat Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s go (Verse 4) The needle on the speedometer is passing red A dangerous obsession with the things long dead You check your bright red lipstick in the visor glass And laugh about the mortal lives we left in mass Two teenage rebels locked inside an iron tomb (Chorus) And we are racing down the ghostly drag strip line A retro nightmare from a dark, forgotten time The tires scream a heavy gothic rockabilly beat With phantom headlights cutting through the summer heat Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s go (Verse 5) The road is ending at the edge of Devil’s Peak But neither one of us has got a heart that’s weak We’ll fly right off the cliff into the starry night And disappear forever out of mortal sight Still spinning vinyl on a highway in the sky (Chorus) And we are racing down the ghostly drag strip line A retro nightmare from a dark, forgotten time The tires scream a heavy gothic rockabilly beat With phantom headlights cutting through the summer heat Oh baby, step on the gas and let’s go

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