White knuckle grip, don't let my feet drag
You're pedaling hard and we can't stop now
Hiding from the cops as we're racing through the backstreets
Better hold on tight, better not look down
We're slurring and we're weaving and we're almost at the top
Get up! Get up! Get up! And here we go!
Your back tire looks like it's going to explode
We're living while we're young, oh we're never getting old
We're going way too fast
Gripping half empty bottles
Oh better not look down
Hot summer nights here on the west coast
We're living loud, we're living wild
You're wearing hot pink shoes as we're blowing down Southgate
Not flying, just falling with style
We're going way too fast
Gripping half empty bottles
And we're halfway home
We're going way too fast
Brakes howling at the moon
Oh better not look down
We're going way too fast
Gripping half empty bottles
And we're halfway home
We're going way too fast
Brakes howling at the moon
Oh better not look down