Turbo Spitfire

Yeah Let the strings ride

Watch the clock it's ticking fast we never slowing down Spitting heat

across the grid we taking back the town Every bar a lightning

strike we charging up the wire Got the rhythm in the kick

and fuel inside the fire (ohhh)

We building it up,

no way to contain it

We writing the path,

no way to restrain it

Feel the power in the strings,

the thunder in the beat

We running on the edge,

we taking to the street (yeah!)

Fingers on the fretboard making sparks fly high We soaring through the

atmosphere we touch the sky Got the rapid-fire cadence matching every single

hit

We lit the fuse and now the whole arena is split

(shhh) We slow it down to feel the heavy weight

But the drums are ticking,

setting up the bait

Feel the power in the strings,

the thunder in the beat

We running on the edge,

we taking to the street (yeah!)

Yeah

That's how we wrap it up