All the Time in the World
Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Ooh, it's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power Big fat tires and everything I love it And I need it I bleed it Yeah, it's a wild hurricane Alright, hold tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my girl I'm gonna keep her to the end Nobody gonna have my girl She stays close on every bend Ooh, she's a killing machine She's got everything Like a moving mouth Body control and everything I love her I need her I see her Yeah, she turns me on Alright, hold tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my head I got speed inside my brain Nobody gonna steal my head Now that I'm on the road again Ooh, I'm in heaven again I've got everything Like a moving ground An open road and everything I love it And I need it I seed it Eight cylinders, all mine Alright, hold tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Ooh, it's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power Big fat tires and everything I love it And I need it I bleed it Yeah, it's a mad hurricane Alright, hold tight I'm a highway star I'm a highway star I'm a highway star
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Mar 26, 2026
We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time But Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water And fire in the sky Smoke on the water They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky Claude was running in and out Pulling kids out the ground When it all was over We had to find another place But Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race Smoke on the water And fire in the sky Smoke on the water We ended up at the Grand Hotel It was empty, cold and bare But with the Rolling-truck-Stones-thing just outside Making our music there With a few red lights, a few old beds We made a place to sweat No matter what, we get out of this I know, I know we'll never forget Smoke on the water And fire in the sky Smoke on the water
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Mar 26, 2026