Sideways & Full Send

Engines screaming, tyres smoking, Friday night’s alive,

Boost wound up, the revs are climbing, feel that horsepower rise.

One car’s sliding through the corner, hanging off the door,

Another’s staged up at the tree, ready to settle the score.

Rubber burning, fuel is flowing, flames light up the night,

Whether sideways through the smoke or straight-line taking flight.

We didn’t come to play it safe, we came to make some noise,

Drifters, drag cars, petrol heads — fire up the toys!

We’re going sideways and full send,

Smoke rolling thick from end to end.

Hit the limiter, let that engine sing,

Hear the tyres scream and the turbos spin.

From the burnout pad to the quarter-mile,

We’ll wreck those tyres with a bloody big smile.

Drag racing straight or drifting bends —

Mate, we’re sideways and full send!

Christmas tree drops green — now brother, hold on tight,

Front wheels lifting off the ground, disappearing into the night.

Seven seconds of pure madness, chasing down that win,

Then back around the drift track where the real smoke begins.

Clutch kick, flick it, counter-steer, throttle to the floor,

Rear end hanging way outside, crowd screaming out for more.

Wall gets close but don’t back off, keep your right foot pinned,

There ain’t no trophy handed out for wondering what might’ve been.

We’re going sideways and full send,

Smoke rolling thick from end to end.

Hit the limiter, let that engine sing,

Hear the tyres scream and the turbos spin.

From the burnout pad to the quarter-mile,

We’ll wreck those tyres with a bloody big smile.

Drag racing straight or drifting bends —

Mate, we’re sideways and full send!

Some chase tenths down the quarter-mile,

Some chase doors through tyre smoke,

Some build monsters in the shed

Till every bloody dollar’s broke!

But when that helmet hits your head

And that motor comes alive,

You understand why petrol heads

Were bloody born to drive!

Stage it…

Bring the boost up…

Three yellows…

GREEN!

Launch it hard and let her eat,

Or throw it sideways down the street—

(on the track, of course!)

Tyres smoking, engines screaming,

This is living, this is dreaming!

We’re going SIDEWAYS AND FULL SEND!

Burn those tyres right to the end.

V8 thunder, turbo scream,

Horsepower running through our dreams.

From the drift track smoke to the drag strip lights,

We live for cars and Saturday nights.

Straight-line racing or sideways bends,

We’ll keep sending it till the bloody world ends!

SIDEWAYS!

FULL THROTTLE!

NO LIFT!

FULL SEND!