Wall Pushers

Yeah, start it up, four-cylinder grind, pedal to the metal, leave 'em behind.

My Enduro ride, battered and bold, stories of the wall, and tires gone old.

Changed that starter, fixin’ the strain, through the mud, through the pain.

Four wide, we run the race, every lap, a wild chase.

Bustin’ through, no holdin’ back, movers out of the way, stay on track.

This car's been through the wall, it’s got that battle scar, stand tall.

Blow that front tire, no fear, push on, the crowd's near, cheers loud and clear.

Took some hits, earned the scars, racing fire, under stars.

From the chaos, we ascend, respect the grit, never bend.