Sons Of Angels - The American Dream Тексты

It's the power in salvation
It's the bringer of the road (oh yeah)
Feel the flight, I can't stop back
The master of the yeah
I regret it to explode

From the time you latch your engine
You will'd smell the black top purr
Your addicted to the action
Ready to dive if I don't turn

The crowd goes wild
Cameras are locked to a victory (yeah)
Miles and miles and miles of terrible track
Four wheel jam, red hot red in a mean machine
Winner takes all, it's the American dream

Your hanging in on the outside
Still running with the pack (Oh yeah)
Born to be a rebel
The one that got away
There ain't no looking back

From the time you latch your engine
You i'd smell the black top purr
Your addicted to the action
Ready to dive if I don't turn

The crowd goes wild
Cameras are locked to a victory (yeah)
Miles and miles and miles of terrible track
Four wheel jam, red hot red in a mean machine
Winner takes all, it's the American dream

I'm playing for the dream - get it on
When the push it comes to shove
I'll love the sound of breaking that
skin of twisted steel
Pedal to the metal it may burn!

The crowd goes wild
Cameras are locked to a victory (yeah)
Miles and miles and miles of terrible track
Four wheel jam, red hot red in a mean machine
Winner takes all, it's the American dream

The crowd goes wild
Miles and miles
Four wheel jam, red hot red
It's a mean, mean, mean, mean machine
Winner takes all, it's the American dream!!
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