I got a sixty- nine Chevy
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
Outside the Seven- Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built
her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from
We only run for the money,
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em off in my
We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the northeast state
When the strip shuts down we
From the fire roads to the
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece,
And go racin' in the street.
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
Calling out around the world,
we're going racin' in the street.
I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camero with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camero off my back,
And drove that little girl away,
And she cries herself to sleep at night
But all her pretty dreams are torn,
She stares off alone into the night
hates for just being born
For all the shut down strangers
Rumbling through this promised land
we're gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands.
Tonight, tonight the highway's bright
Out of our way, mister you best keep
For racin' in the street.