Jam the accelerator to the floor pad
Can you feel the adrenalin pumping through your body, man?
See my opponent in the rear view,
Next minute he's caught up with me from out of the blue.
Racing at top speed to the road's end;
Hear my co-pilot try to soothe his nerves by counting down from ten.
Thinking of the drop waiting for us at the edge,
I feel my pulse quicken and break into a sweat.
Do I have the stomach? Will my constitution fail?
Not knowing what the answer is, my heart begins to quail.
Rounding the final corner, as the precipice appears
I steady my hands, steel my nerve and send up frantic prayers.
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