Текст песни The Meatmen - Turbo Rock
The Meatmen - Turbo Rock слова песни
There`s a good reason to be sure(I`m sure) At home, and at work, and play. All I freakin` wanna do is turbo my life away. I`m a pocket rocket, stick in socket. Riding hot rails to hell. Spitting, smoking, flaming, guzzling Soul`s that already felt. (Repeat 2x) Well that was then and how Hot speed seeds to sow. Hung with the jacked-up gang. Novas and Shelby `stangs. And rockin` 442 Yeah with yer flames of blue. We`re talkin` monster time. For macho auto-crime. (Chorus) This is the `80`s--high time for Turbo Rock. Catatonic speed-crazed cosmo jocks. Out on the badlands strip. Choice blotter acid trip Our pink slips with the dames Beelzebub`s to blame. Ass ends are breaking loose. Headers a`belching Zeus. Just night and red-hot blocks Powerplants double-stock And then we`d cruise the gut. And pop a bitchin` nut. On highway 309 Chug brown props, eight or nine. And Wanda`s head would bob Our purple shift ball knob. Those were the best of times, Now we`re goin` turbo out of our minds. (Chorus) (Instrumental Break) Dash lights are screaming heat Hot rubber stuck to street. On demons, booze, and speed. There`s nothing else we need. And major whiplash kick The Alpine jam blast trick Now night rides really fly `Cuz we`re goin` turbo out of our minds. (2nd Instrumental Break) (Chorus) (SFX: Car speeding away)