The Wall Of Death

Round and round

Round and round inside that motor dome

Blood runs wild

Blood runs hot, lot a shakin goin on

90 miles an hour on an Indian Scout

She’s up on the wall and around about

Hell rider on the wall of death

Feel the heat

Feel the heat risen up inside this place

Ridin Hard

Well she’s a ridin hard and putting me in a spin

She’s a thrill-a-rama, here the rumblin bass

Lightning speed and amazing grace

Hell rider on the wall of death

Hear the engine scream, smell the gasoline

Nothin like it you’ve ever seen, before

Chills an thrills and spills

Got and iron will

Someone might get killed on the wall of death

Round and round

Round and round she rides that danger zone

Ride so fast

Well she might crash inside that motor dome

100 miles an hour, hear the people shout

She’s up on the wall and around about

Hell rider, on the wall of death

She’s a hell rider on the wall of death