Testo di Midlothian Murder Mile

Metal and mean rolling machine, if you see me get the fuck off the scene 3-Tone wreck wreaks hell on the street, thunderous danger if ever we meet 9 In the gallon, ten in the tank, no friends on the road Nobody to thank Scars and scrapes, rusted intake, I always get the right of the way Take notes, take heed Rule of the road, you must obey Don't care, don't need This is my way Rubbed in filth on the door of the car Law of the road, open for war Take notes, take heed Rule of the road, you must obey Don't care, don't need This is my way The murder mile, all of them, run down A ballet of footwork in a floor full of trash The hood, the doors, crushed and bashed Brake pad screams like the angel of death The beast, the horror, dead black breath This is my way