Tyler’s Burnout Groove

Tyler's in the passenger seat,

map on the dash

Supercharged engine,

waiting to crash Cruising the highway,

dust in our wake Never looking back,

no time to brake

Tyres burning on the asphalt road

Tyler laughs as the speed limit's blown High octanes pumping through our

veins No limits, running loose,

shedding chains (vroom, vroom!)

Headlights cutting through the bushland fog Tyler's shifting gears,

running from the dog Modified exhaust spitting out the sparks Leaving our

name in the skid-row marks

Yeah,

Tyler's still sitting right there

Wind rushing through our

hair Out into

the

night we go (shhh)