For Red

Chrome polished bright under a sky turned black He’s the throttle-twist terror, there’s no turning back The asphalt is screaming, the exhaust starts to spit He’s the god of the gears and he’s ready to quit The politics, the logic, the rules of the trade He’d rather leave a crater in the mess that he made The thunder is his rhythm, the lightning his spark He’s the one-man riot tearing through the dark. Red’s on the move, hear the cylinders roar He’s the general of chaos, always begging for more Yeah, he’s a pain in the neck, he’s a thorn in the side But we’re locked in his shadow for the hell of the ride With a laugh like a wildfire and a fist made of lead Long live the madness, long live the Red! See him jump from the saddle, a blur in the fight He’s tossing the soldiers like dolls in the light Got a match in his pocket and a smirk on his face He’ll light up their asses all over the place It’s a TOC alliance, yeah, we hold the line But even the brothers think he’s losing his mind He’s bullying the weak and he’s taunting the strong And he’s singing a victory, devil-may-care song. He’s standing on the wreckage, looking down from the throne Of the broken-down bodies he’s claimed as his own His jacket is smoking, his eyes have that glint He’s a walking disaster, he’s a human imprint Of trouble, of mayhem, of pure gasoline The meanest commander that you’ve ever seen! 'Cause Red’s on the move, hear the cylinders roar He’s the general of chaos, always begging for more Yeah, he’s a pain in the neck, he’s a thorn in the side But we’re locked in his shadow for the hell of the ride With a laugh like a wildfire and a fist made of lead Long live the madness, long live the Red! Yeah, he’s a headache! He’s a nightmare! He’s our brother! He’s Red. And god help the poor soul who ends up in his bed... of flames.