Wheelman from Sinister City by Bone Daddies

Well the old man taught me how to race in a '27 ford
So I took a job that paid so much that I could not ignore
Well I knew that I'd be going out in a wreck of twisted steel
that wheel in my sweaty hand was the only thing that's real

Cause I know that my luck was running out

Well I never met a no good cop that I could not outrun
Some say I play with life & death but I live by the gun
well this car is getting to close now this time is running out
I always thought I was the best but now I start to doubt

Cause I know that my luck was running out

Smoking tires I ain't no liar we're going a breakneck speed
this cop is thirsty for my blood and he's catching up to me
the one thing faster than my ride is the bullet through my chest
I'm going out in a ball of flames and man you know the rest

Cause I know that my luck was running out

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