Lee Rocker 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
