Turbo scream, headlights gleam, streets a laser beam

Midnight machines, twisting dreams, engines plot and scheme

Chrome hearts, exhaust sparks, shadows chase the scene

Badman style, we run wild, kings of gasoline.

Under streetlights, engines roar, they holler

Chrome so clean, make the moonlight bother

Tires grip tight, carving lines in the black

Modified beasts, no turning back

no turning back

no turning back

Neon reflections, the city's a ghost

Turbocharged whispers, that's what we boast

Through the dark veins, we glide and ignite

Riding these shadows, kings of the night

kings of the night