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Four hundred pounds of Japanese steel

It's like a curse the love for two wheels

Feel the wind in your skin

Twisty roads whit killer guardrails

Oil on the road, your tire starts to slide

Pray to the v8 god

Drum brakes, no ABS

Road rash is near

Clothe for the slide, not for the ride

To many assholes in their metal boxes

No one can see you

The moto reaper is behind each corner

The burning flesh, stained on the asphalt

Pray to the V8 god

That's how this work, our stupid life

Hear sirens near