2 Lit Wheels

New tyres on the Holden

Rubber on the ground

Mates on the back mound

Cheering me on like bloodhounds

Rear ends shaken

Black smoke climbs

Foot to the floor

Every damn time

Hear that screech

Feel that bite

One more pass

Till the sparks go white

Hands up high

Don't let go

Yell my name

And watch it go

(Burning it out)

Holden smoken wheels

Tyres lit, tyres scream

Let it roll, let the rubber mold

Burning it out, burn it out

Holden smoken tyres

Bite the road, take the night

Till the whole block knows...., it's me

Welded grin, dirt on my jeans

Boots on the tray

Laughing like thieves

One hot launch

Then a sideways slide

Back fence shaking

We don't hide

Fried rubber smell

Stays on my hands

I was born for the skid

And the slammed down stance

Hear that screech

Feel that bite

One more pass

Till the sparks go white

Hands up high

Don't let go

Screaming my name

And watch it go

(Burning it out)

Holden smoken wheels

Tyres lit screamin, tyres scream

Let it roll, let the rubber mold

Burn it out, burning it out

Holden smoken wheels

Bite the road, take the night

Till the whole block knows...... it's mine

Black rubber rain

On the cracked-up lane

I don't need a prize

I just need that flame

Mates go mad

When I swing that wheel

One last shout

One last squeal

(Burn it out)

Holden smoken it up

Tyres screaming, tyres scream

Let it roll, let it roll

Burn it out, burning it out

Holden smokin wheels

Bite the road, take the night

Till the whole block knows....,it's me

Holden smoken

Holden smoken wheels

Let it roll, molten tyres

Let it roll till there's no more rubber