After two thousand came two thousand and one To be the new champions, we were there for to run From springtime in Arizona, til the fall in Monterey And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought em all the way It was in Phoenix in the morning, I had a wakeup call She went around the without a warning and put me in the wall I drove at Long Beach California with three cracked vertebrae And we went on the Indianapolis, Indiana anyway Well, the Brickyards there to crucify anyone who will not learn I climbed a mountain to qualify went flat through the turn And I was down in the mighthavebeens and an old pal good as died And I sat down in gasoline alley and I cried Well we were in at the killer camp on the Milwaukee mile And in June up in Michigan we were robbed at Belle Isle Then It was on to Portland Oregon for the G. I. Joe And I blew off almost everyone when I my motor let go New England, Ontario we died in the dirt Those walls from Mid Ohio to Toronto they hurt So we came to Rhode America where we burned up at the lake But at the Speedway At Nazareth I made no more mistakes [Guitar Solo]
raceway, vertebra, brickyard, went, mighthavebeens