The Wall Of Death (Lee Rocker)

Round and round Round and round inside that motor dome Blood runs wild Blood runs hot, lot a shakin goin on 90 miles an hour on an Indian Scout She’s up on the wall and around about Hell rider on the wall of death Feel the heat Feel the heat risen up inside this place Ridin Hard Well she’s a ridin hard and putting me in a spin She’s a thrill-a-rama, here the rumblin bass Lightning speed and amazing grace Hell rider on the wall of death Hear the engine scream, smell the gasoline Nothin like it you’ve ever seen, before Chills an thrills and spills Got and iron will Someone might get killed on the wall of death Round and round Round and round she rides that danger zone Ride so fast Well she might crash inside that motor dome 100 miles an hour, hear the people shout She’s up on the wall and around about Hell rider, on the wall of death She’s a hell rider on the wall of death