Heard hundreds of songs about cars and driving over the years and wrote the lyrics for songs about driving for the fun of it.
Figured this forum might appreciate them.

Tittle: This Is My World (You're Just Along For The Ride).

Hear the Turbo spool up, feel the boost kick in.
I can tell you like the rush from your giant grin.

Tearing up the pavement, flying through the streets,
Put on your seat-belt and don't piss on my seat.

Burning tires, spinning bearings and shredding all the gears,
I wont let off the gas until you're bleeding out both ears.

Accelerating madly because I'm on a mission,
To make us both feel alive and give you tunnel vision.

Might end up in jail, might end up dead,
But I wont slow down, I got speed in my head.

Don't give me your morals, don't tell me your rules,
I don't listen to you or the rest of the fools.

Break the speed of sound, break the speed of light,
In a fraction of a second we've vanish out of sight.

Can't release the pedal, the devil's got my feet.
When I drive like this, I'm really hard to beat.

I am the Road Warrior and I own the streets.

Speed is the drug and I need a hit.
And I'll keep driving faster till I get my fix.

So hold on tight and try to catch your breath,
I'm gonna get high or drive us both to death.

Water Meth, devils breath,
Brace yourself cause here goes nothin',
Try not to trow up, I'm pushing the button.

Now where almost flying, it's red lined in top gear,
Your face is getting pale, you feel pressure in your ears.
But if you look at me, you'll see my eyes in tears,
Cause My heart is broken, the car ran out of gears.

Flying down the highway, flying through the night,
You look so scared and nervous but to me this feels so right.

How long can I keep this up, you wish this ride would end,
Well today's your lucky day, you get your wish my friend.

You're gonna get a little break so you can wipe your ass,
Don't thank me, it's not for you, we're running low on gas.

Hurry up, don't take your time the washroom's on the end,
Back in the car, I'm in a rush, to race the world again.

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Tittle: Losers Like You

(Whispered)
Water meth is the devils breath
You can run more boost on that juice
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I beat the God of speed, I beat the Demon of thunder.
Left them so far behind they just sat in wonder.

You pull up beside me in your ugly ride,
Reeking of failure and misguided pride.

You don't stand a chance,
my car's just too fast
And there is nothing you can do.

Cause I feed it meals
of bent, twisted steel
and the tears of losers like you.

You want to race but you're wasting my time.
My car's supersonic and it stops on a dime.

Don't bother honking, just save your breath,
I got a thousand pounds boost and I run water/meth.

You don't stand a chance,
my car's just too fast
And there is nothing you can do.

Cause I feed it meals
of bent, twisted steel
and the tears of losers like you.

I don't want to race but you wont stop crying,
If I said I won't race I'd just be lying.

So step on the gas and get this thing going
Do you want to race or are you just trolling.

You don't stand a chance,
my car's just too fast
And there is nothing you can do.

Cause I feed it meals
of bent, twisted steel
and the tears of losers like you.

You put your foot to the floor while yelling more,
So I give some gas and and blow off your doors,

I give it some more and put the hammer down.
Now you know I'm not messing around.

In the blink of an eye I disappear
And your just a dot in my rear view mirror.

You wait right there and I'll reappear
Because I'm coming back for those tears.

You don't stand a chance,
my car's just too fast
And there is nothing you can do.

Cause I feed it meals
of bent, twisted steel
and the tears of losers like you.


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Title: Ode To Junkyard Marc.

The earth stands still and time stops,
Your heart beats faster as the hammer drops,
Instant reaction, the tires break traction.
Smoke starts to rise, you feel so alive.
Fueling your high revving desires.


Air. Gas. Fire.
Moving the pistons and spinning the tires
The sight, the smell, the sound,
Leaving your signature on the ground,
Smoke and burnt rubber, are swirling around,
The sweet sound of tires ripping the ground,
Combustion explosions, the throttle is down,
Glorious freedom, the ultimate sound.


Smoke blinds your eyes and fills your lungs
But you don't let off this is way to much fun.
You look at the dash it says 99
The engines is running, at the redline.
The temperature gauge is getting high,
Adrenaline pumping, you feel no fear.
You shift to the next gear.
And you push it to the line,
Cause this isn't a burnout it's do or die.


Air. Gas. Fire.
Moving the pistons and spinning the tires
The sight. The smell. The sound.
Leaving your signature on the ground,
Smoke and burnt rubber, are swirling around,
The sweet sound of tires ripping the ground,
Combustion explosions, the throttle is down,
Glorious freedom, the ultimate sound.


You don't know where you are,
Holding the brake and spinning the car,
The smoke is everywhere,
Blocking your sight and replacing the air,
Perhaps you've gone too far,
But you don't care, because it's not your car.
The flag man says it's time,
Your tires are hot, now pull up to line,
Maybe you should go,
But Your burnouts not over, your not done your show.


Smoke. Gas. Fire.
Choking the engine, causing misfires
The sight. The smell. The sound.
You're leaving oil all over the ground.
Smoke from the clutch is swirling around.
Crank bearings scream in the background.
The rods are knocking it's not a good sound.
Your burnout is over the engine is down.
Because of the oil all over the ground,
Cruise night is over, the track's shutting down.